Just a rock.

There was a rock in a field, a large field with no end.

A rock like the next rock, the rock had not a friend.

The rock never moved, just sitting all day.

The poor rock was so lonely, he invited the wind for a stay.

The wind came down, but it quickly flew past.

This made the rock sad, he wished the visit to last.

The rock started to think, why the wind passed me by?

Who needs the wind, certainly not I!

So the rock just sat there, as rocks tend to do.

The rock let the wind pass, saying I don't need you.

Overtime the rock sat, not as lonely as he was.

But the rock began thinking, perhaps just because.

The rock came to realize, for what rock thoughts are worth.

His friend was right under him, his companion the earth.

The rock was so joyous, to have the earth share his space.

The rock still sits there, happy in his place.