If I am but a rock and you a river
I have been moulded and shaped by you
Sanded by your patience
and your persistence
You have given me your time
and you have taken from me my sharp and unforgiving edges
You have smoothed my scars and filled my fissures with the sands of your unrelenting current
I am
more and more everyday
Polished by you.
And should I
a soft and tempting stone
Be plucked from your streams and cast out into the open water
Skipping from current
to wave
to ripple
I will be forever changed by you.
But you
You will remain a river.
A force of nature
unchangeable by the likes of a stone.
