A Rock

If you were a rock instead of a person,
Which would you miss the most?
The joy, the happiness, the love,
The blessings of human feelings?

Perhaps, even the disappointments,
Pain, mistakes, or broken hearts?
Ahh, the capacity of humanity,
What a shame to be, just a rock!

But as a rock, I would say,
I have all the time in the world,
What’s more valuable than time?
Or feels better than a loving sun?

I have the snow, without the cold,
Silt, sand, and mountains to gently hold me,
I serve the soft pads of drinking animals,
And children, as a toy to collect or fling.

A rock, like a person, can be misused,
But left on its own, the rock is sinless,
And exists to serve in silence,
Oh . . . to be “just a rock.”