SOFT SIDE
A stone, alone
No purpose, no spark
Once paired or joined
Strength, purpose intact
Its hard side shaved away
By mighty currents of water
Cut, shattered by metal blades
Or crushed to granular matter
Creative keen eyes reveal
The soft side in stones
Objects living or motionless
Their purpose bountiful
In somber times, human
Perspective is amiss
Though end goals not in sight
Steps hasten your reach
Mind your soft side, rock hard or not
There’s courage in being vulnerable
When you can bend, your
Heart and will still strong as ever
