A Rock In A River

A rock in a river,
That waits quietly in a roaring silence
When raging river overflows,
He is buried beneath suffocating waters
Standing firmly with flaming endurance
He hankers for that moment,
When sun shines on his head again.

Flow slams at his face endlessly
Logs and boulders gibes at him sadistically
Algae cleave disgustingly on his body
Crabs and toads shelter in his weaknesses
Yet He yearns for that day,
When forceful currents will roll him an inch
Derailing him from harm’s way.

The river dries up
His miserable figure is exposed
Solar radiation inflicts its vulnerating heat
Only a little saturation to cool his legs
Birds and animals rest on his head
Leaving their excretion on him
Gazing on the horizon along the channel,
He longs for that hour
When the rains will cool his body
And a little runoff to bath him up.

Victory is in the mile
One day among the roaring flow
Golden deposits are coming to decorate his body
Friction Currents making him smooth and strong
Trees growing around him to his protection
Rolling stones, he holds them to his enduringness
That’s him, the rock in the river channel.