A Stone's Tale of Woe

I was taken from a gurgling stream and

brought for the sake of beautifying a human’s landscaping to their front lawn

  

I am situated next to an oak surrounded by pebbles, mere fragments of my brothers and sisters

I yearn for the rushing waters of yesteryear which have molded me into what I am today

I listen to the land as it shares with me its stories from its of wild trees, grass, bushes and flowers to Stories of Native Americans, European Americans, present day

 

I listen patiently but in my heart I long for my brothers and sisters

I miss the flowing stream

Yet I wait patiently with

hope

that one day the waters will come and reunite my family once again

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