I am a Rock
I stand there silently, placidly,
While gentle waters rush and
Caress my skin.
All is well.
The sun beats down on my brow.
I give rest and shelter to a tired
Iguana, content to catch some
Rays.
I am now in a jungle.
Moss is happy, for it now inhabits me.
I am in the playground.
Children paint funny faces on me and
Use me to play hopscotch.
I am Stonehenge, time stands still.
Tourists admire me.
I'm History.
I am Earth.
I am the Foundation.
I am necessary, ever-present,
And things rely on me.
Rock is stable,
Rock is good.
Rock is steady, as it should.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice little poem, with a penetrating glance into within the self. Expressed metaphorically, as if she is singing about rock.