I now understand why rocks mean so very much to me.
Not only are they one of Nature's Greatest works of art,
but they are solid and everlasting and never ending...
A rock can exist for thousands, if not millions, or billions
of years.
A rock is strong, steadfast and always true.
Each rock I find and bring home
is precious and real to my world.
I just love their beauty, their longevity
their HISTORY.
Don't always know the history of my rocks,
but so often
all I have to do is hold a rock,
clasp it in my hand
and suddenly I feel like I'm being transported
to some other faraway land
and always I feel a CONNECTION
with these rocks I find.
If ever I give away a rock--
that is a sure and true sign
that I love and trust that kindred soul
who I choose to be
the keeper of the rock
that once lived with me.
Go ahead--call me crazy, if you'd like--
but these rocks--
who knows where they have been,
what they have been witness to
over all the many, many years
they've been in existence here?--
each and every rock I find
is truly so very dear.
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