Story of a rock.

Read the title.

All of the experience in which we know

Shared to an extent, can never be felt

or helt.(held)

By another, by an brother.

Love for the sake of love

a way to hold,

a way to fold,

a way to mold...

Growing Moldy over time

Moss that nurtures the Earth

Creates a character,

once recognized,

so pure,

so bright,

oh the shimmering Light.

glimmers as it grows, as it glows

you come to watch

you come to see

you come to share

you come to care

another day gone,

another time passed,

you come again, you look again, you share again, you change again.

another day gone, another time passed

oh so crass,  oh how the mass, then comes the grass, last, at long last.

years gone by, and I know I've seen you before.

Your existence has tainted mine in a way that I've grown to love.

We could not know every moment, we could not hold every tear loved so dear.

But with those few short breaths, I knew you were mine, in a way like no other.

My dear brother.  

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As time began to unfold, I saw you so less.

My character changed, as did you.

We hold and fold and mold, and scold, and told, and bold

I dreamt one day you'd come again, again

and years gone past, I saw you once, I saw you many.  

Each time, a new story to unfold.

We try to hold dear the moments so near.

This moss is itchy, could you scratch my rough back?

Hard and callused...

it always was, though maybe you never noticed, before.

I once lost my life to a child kicking and screaming

right in my very direction

The child threw another of my kind, right at a flea.

Then he fled.

Made a dent and a scratch, I didn't know what hit me.

I felt bruised and scarred.  I didn't know I'd love again.

Be loved, again.

But still, you came to visit,

and to be honest, I don't think you even noticed,

Until I brought it up.

I think it made you wonder,

I think it made you think.

I don't know what changed that day, but I still held the memories so dear.

Years gone past, and I sat in that massed.. field. in a forest, with the light,

slowly covering, slowly shading.

Darkness wrapped over me, as the trees became my protectors, my guardians.

They felt I needed a break, and not to break.  

They shaded me with their branches and leaves, and never once did leaft.(leave)

Every here and there, the sun would come shining through, a taste of photosynthesis, without the photo to share.

I absorbed the light, without a fight.  I may not have been a plant, but there must have been an ant.

They crawled across my back, I guess someone dropped something mighty sweet over there.

Their tiny little feet were like a massage across my back

Reminded me of when I was just a tiny little stone, and dear Mother Earth asked the same of me, though I didn't know how to move, so I just sat there, and nuzzled into place.  I think she made a home for me here.

Every now and then, I found a way to move.  

Someone once said "I think that one would look much better over there!"

They lifted me with a grunt, and changed my home.  

You came once to visit, and thought I might be gone.

I don't think you could've thought, I had the means to go so very slow.

Crept in the shadows, I rest in a new place.

For years I sat there, and those same ants found their way across my back.

One day, another man came, and I don't know if he remembered, but he thought,

"Wouldn't this one look so much better right over there?"

He moved me back, right where I was.

Maybe slightly displaced.

The feeling was there, and I felt returned to my home,

my Earth, as if I wasn't ever there before, as if I always was.

The sun glimmering through the leaves,

The ants crawling across my back,

The trees reaching their mighty leaves.

Shading and feeling.  

When the sun did shine through,

I wondered if I burnt,

though I don't think I did.

I was cold to the core except on those days.

And then the rain, and then the rain.

Falling through the trees,

hitting my callused core,

cry me a river and drown the sore.

Some days it did feel like I was drowning, but I knew I'd be born again, I knew I'd live to tell the tale, and hopefully not without a tail, though we really never know.. just don't let it show. so we hope to sew..

seeds and plants, do their dance.

Years gone by, and those tiny foot prints must have left something behind.

My back grew greener, and greener.  

Many came to visit, many didn't recognize how long I'd been there before, how short of a time it must have been.

Years gone by, and I still remember those days, I still remember those ants, I still remember you.

Returned to me once more, and there I was, just sitting, just living.

I don't know if you ever knew,

How alive I really was, all the stories I had to share,

but there I was, and there you were.

Back together again.

Confused by once gone so many times before,

it didn't matter anymore.  

I was here, you were there.

and that is neither here nor there.

Love for the sake of love.

An experience once known, once held.

never to be shared by another,

only to be embraced by the moments we find.

Bring ourselves together, holding ourselves together.

Create a new mold with shining stories to unfold.  

One day I'll die again, and so will you.

Though wherever I go, and wherever do you,

the impressions upon our souls can never be lost to the tides of time,

no matter how hard we try, no matter how deep we pry.

They'll be there forever more, pressing this feeling into my chest,

I wonder if you knew I had one of those too.

Never-mind, it doesn't matter.

I love you dear,

I love you dear.

I love you... deer!

Across the fields it just ran! Did you see, did you see!?

Wow what a sight, with no mighty fight.

We live, we die,

every day a thousand times over,

the cells in our bodies are constantly changing, and I always wake up the next day, and wonder if I am who I was the day before.

Never-mind, it doesn't matter.

For I am a rock, and you are not.  And I do not grow, not in your sight nor mine. But I still do, and I still change.  You still come to see me, and I still sit here waiting for you to return, as I have my own path to unfold.

Love you my dear, and I will always hold you so near, no matter how much we change, I will never forget, and I will always grow. So low.  So high, one day I may very well reach the sky.  I hope you come to see me that day.

And until then, I'll be here waiting, I'll be here changing, I'll be here moving, I'll be here growing, I'll be here living.

Love for you my dear, let us always hold near.

Let us always run free and roam, grow into our own.

Let us always be so unafraid, to share the lessons we have learned.

Let them always be heard, and let them shape us in the ways so unknown.

I love you so my dear, my deer, my deer.

SB 2016/9/25