Life cycle of pebbles

Heights beckon the pebbles small, glossy

Can they roll back all the way up? ever?

They had left everything behind.

Once a big rock mighty, massive

View from the mountain

Was always unclear, hazy.

Usual, the desire to see the unseen

Taste the waters of rivers flowing fast

Soon, new ceases to exist; mummified, motionless

Like an old tree, flowers sparingly bloom

Nothing excites, only memories to long for.

Mere desperation does not move mountains

Not even pebbles; small, glossy

Good earth will hide them in her bosom

As heavy feet trod down upon them, hard

Dust covers them slowly

Slowly, slowly completely.

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