Expect nothing much of the stone that never tumbles the pebbles in the canyon river giggle at wind erosion polished shiny, ever moving, led by liquid motion little do the bastards know that they will never reach the ocean For I own the view and the moss grows on the northern face the cliffs forever rocking with my boulder fungus growing weight local fauna keep their distance, birds and bees all stay away i am the stone that stay persistent for i dare not move and lose my place .. writers block sucks