Small and big
Grey or not;
So many different things
Can be called a rock.
Where’d it come from?
What have they done?
Have they been used for war;
Have they been used for fun?
Countless little particles,
Congealed, clumped, bound.
Some are scattered everywhere;
Others, never found.
Others yet appear here,
On these campus hills of green,
Painted colors and desires,
Expressing hopes and dreams.
Yes, there are many things
That a rock can do—or not.
So when the next one comes your way,
Please, stop and spare a thought.