Rock Thoughts

Rock Thoughts

Oh why must I sit
      upon the cold ground,
While others go walking
    and wandering around?
I sit here so still
    I make not one sound,
I'm patiently waiting,
    Oh I wish to be found.

Don't they all know
    how much fun I can be,
To skip on the water
    or throw at a tree?
Just pick me up
    and then you will see,
I'm just a  small rock,
    but I'm still me!

Please turn me over
    or roll me around,
Stick me in a pocket
    put me upside-down!
Tell me a secret
    show me 'round town
I really don't care
    now that I'm found!