Calm air caresses tender leaves
They bend and sway with gentle grace
Wind through branches turns and weaves
But a stone will stay in its place
The dust on the air has no aim
It lets itself be rearranged
And then will never be the same
Yet a stone remains unchanged
Wind on water ripples through
While grass blows freely in the field
From a storm the ocean grew
Still the stone will not yield
Wind displaces, breaks and bends
A stone is all it will ever be
For one, transformation never ends
For the other, there’s no discovery
About the Creator
Kristin Brown
Writing is my passion, storytelling is my escape, poetry is the best therapist ever. It’s equal parts helium and lead. It’s both butterfly and albatross. It’s 100% sending my child into the world, hoping you’ll like her for who she is.
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