The Rock
Something is pecular,
A uniqueness not found in all,
It is seen by some,
Invisible to others.
A rock, it is a rock,
Normal yet strange.
There are other rocks,
Hidden in the sturdy soil,
But also in the harsh grass.
But it stands above the rest,
Bold yet weak,
Stout yet short,
Normal yet unusual.
Inside the rock there is a treasure,
A treasure not found in all,
It shine and sparkles,
But no one can see it.
Unless, they take the time to notice,
And that weakens the outside wall,
Making it easier to be crushed.
It won't let that happen,
Cause it has the strength,
For now, it has a hard enough shell.
-Anna 9/23/96