The Boulder

hello... my name is rock and I sit by all rivers, lakes, ponds, oasis, and streams...
moss-covered with dirt, leaves, and occasional small creatures...
the rock that makes water move in many ways, or in that one perfect direction...
that one rock you decide to lift it up, seeing a new universe....
i crumble at times slowly, on my good days, but on bad days there is noise...
nature and I communicate all the time...
we talk...
we yell...
we fight...
we sing...
we cry...
we rage...
when we make peace, a new universe begins to grow.
(i like when we sing)