Smooth Stone

 A smooth stone sits in my place, it stays smooth and still, peaceful, un-moving. It keeps motionless and unchanged. Even as the elements rage around it, it stays soft, calm, safe. Even as the sands of time drift away, moss and lichen grow like a blanket around it, keeping it warm, keeping it safe. As the seasons turn in their cycle, spring into summer, summer into fall, fall into into winter, winter back into spring. It’s a cycle, never ending, never stopping. Rain, sun, sleet, hail, and snow all come down, pelting down around it, the precipitation rains down, the stone remains, unchanged, untouched.