I am the river. I flow over the cold surface of the rock. Each day my speed changes. In each bend I make my mark. I am the river. I never stay in one place too long. I never stop and stare. Each day is an adventure. For I am never back to where I… Continue reading I am the river
You are the rocks, steadfast and strong. You wait eternally showing your age in lines and cracks. Surrounded by water you wait. Changing each day until you are gone. by Margaret Graham
I am a rock. I stand still very still. I do not move until I am pushed or told to do so. I make my own decisions. Rocks. Tall, big, and strong. It’s true. I have a weakness I can break into pieces, I can still go back up to where I am right now.… Continue reading Are you the rocks, or the river?