A rock can be round
One can be smooth and flat
Or it can be jagged
And riddled with cracks
Though both rocks felt water, One felt the river
And the other was frozen and pushed apart
Until the divides didn't spring back
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoesíaI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
