A Rock on Shore
Composed, centered and strong,
has a soft spot for the ocean.
As the tide comes and goes, the rock remains
It will be there when the wave returns.
With each greeting the rock gives a piece of itself
For the wave to carry with it for the journey.
Little by little the rock gives and gives
And the wave so happily receives
Until the rock, once grounded and strong
Feels shaky when the wave comes along.
It looks around and sees it’s a rock no more.
So much giving changed it to sand.