Earth tremble and Quakes The mass shifts The muddy skin splits and cracks And then the boulder rolls
Dislodged from its lofty heights Down the hill it falls Skipping over the slopes Racing to the valley below
and then with that final leap It lands near the gushing stream The crash is loud Shaking the earth even more
Impact shatters the mighty rock No longer it’s old proud self It’s identity split into many Now just a scramble of scraggy stones
of different shapes and minuscule size None too different None too alike
Each a part of the same mass Scraggy and rough Yet very different a mere shadow of the glorious past
Twin pieces of the big rock Get separated alas So similar were they No one could tell them apart
One falling on the restive bank One splashing into the rushing river
One stays washed with scorching sun blown by the brash winds to tatters The other drowned in the wet depths Caressed by the smooth flowing water
Time passes, Seasons change The twins age As much old Yet a lot different
The one on the bank retaining the scraggy exterior While the submerged one Transforming into the pebble smooth
Born of same Reared by another They appear starkly different Yet essentially the same
The place they fall Make them what they are Scraggy rock on the banks Smooth pebble in the water
They are known by how they look And not for what they are For they are stones of the same rock Can any one tell them apart?