Stones

Stones... Some are whole. Some are broken. Some are cut. Some are rough. Some are coloured. Some are shaped. Some are smooth. Some are jaggered. Some have patterns. Some can skim. But all will sink... Stones... When I see them, I see beauty. I see uniqueness And character. The human heart Has, at times, been Termed to be a stone. More often than not Expressed in a Negative tone. But some stones will Put smiles on faces. Stones are possessed By all races. When I see them I see durability. I see how I could be Like them. For stones are not Defined by their appearance By their source. They remain unjudged If used as weapons For a force. Stones are what They are. Admired by you And me. And we value them By what we see... Stones.