I am a rock
Rough edged
Unhewn
I hide in my cave
Surrounded by quiet
I hear the crash
Of a distant wave
But I remain
Silent
Unmoved.

I am a pebble
Fine, and smooth
I have felt
The caress of a wind
The crash of many waves
And the tumult of storms
As sands and rocks beat against me
And I remain,
My once sharp edges, smooth,
I remain and I am
Colored by my chaos.