Split Stone <br /> <br />In the garden lies a stone, how it got there no one knows as all <br /> <br />to enjoy as the stone represents strength and honor, its beauty <br /> <br />to unfold, as the daisies, poppies and more, cling to the surrounding <br /> <br />soil. waiting for the birds, bees perhaps a dog, all to enjoy, the <br /> <br />beauty of the stone. for the stone does not cry, but filled with tears, <br />as it lies patiently thoughtout the night. <br /> <br />The morning dew fresh on three sides, for the insects and the birds <br />to peck as to their desire, this is life anew every morning watch and see, . <br /> <br />As no one seems to pays attention to the stone, its splendor, <br />representation of strength and more. for the stone never gives up, <br />never asks for more. If the stone could talk: what would it say? <br /> <br />Having seen the stone once more, should remind us that there is so much <br />to appreciate, for the split stone is really whole. <br /> <br /> <br /> ©2004 Charles Garcia<br /><br />Charles Garcia<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/split-stone/
