The Secret Life Of Stones

Stones are family. They move in earth and water and are so strong
they cannot be beaten. Stones live within themselves without fear.

They change in winter through ice and in summer through sun.
Without regret they may turn to dust, eternal in changed forms.

They are distant from foolishness and do not hurt for scant reason.
On a summer evening I will take a stone in the palm of my hand
and thus address you

On the last day let me be you
You are proved to be the better.

by Leslie Philibert

Comments (2)

how do you hear a label
LOL Great poem! I feel bad for the fish though! But your ode to her was really funny and I gave it a 10.