A rock on the side of a path. How did it get there? The rock has
been stepped on, kicked, and thrown. Surrounded by tall trees and green
leaves, it lies there, on the side of the path, still. The trees sway
in the wind, as any trees would, and as the spring rain begins to fall.
The trail that runs between the trees becomes wet, naturally.
Soon, the rain slows and the birds begin to chirp, the same birds that
had flown South for winter. The rock is kicked, a few times by a walker
and then picked up by a little girl. She observes it, notices it is
quite dirty and aged, and sets it down. A boy with a large pile of rocks
in his backyard throws another onto the trail and it lands right beside
the other.
No comments:
Post a Comment