Roll

Rain and shine showering unabated;


Through the heat and cold of seasons sits, 


Not wanting and not wanted;


Full of life bundled up, 
Giving its stillness. 


Ready to roll, when moss begins to settle
Up and down the hills,



Is a piece of stone.
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