The Circle Of Life
A boulders life it would be
when first it fell into the sea
bashed around for years on end
boulder then became extinct
Rediscovered its now a stone
soft and smooth rough edges gone
feeble though all this may sound
destiny was still not found
Stone evolved into a pebble
grinding like a piece of metal
pebble dissolving into sand
building castles made by man
Circle of life begins again
sand re-joined with fresh cement
turned and twisted once again
a boulders life begins again.
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Happy Hour Poetry
PoetryPoems from my Imagination. Sometimes its nice to find the child in you. When the world can be so serious.
