Rolling Stone

A stone rolls along;
In the river’s gentle flow;
It’s a long journey.

Many obstacles;
Bumps and bruises to be sure;
Stuck and then set free.

As flow turns rapid;
The stone’s progress evident;
Destination known.

Other precious stones;
Resting on the riverbed;
Tranquil trickle touch.

Prompted by

Published by JJJ Interactive Books

Books and poetry.

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