Life, on the rocks, hard as can be.
But time wears the rough edges away,
And the stones turn smooth and slick.
Over and over, the waves beat on.
Eventually the rock turns to rubble,
The rubble turns to grainy sand.
The grains continue to wear away,
Until nothing but powder remains.
The water recedes, the winds pick up,
And away blows what once stood strong.
And nothing more stands in the way of life.
…if only we had the time to spare
The time to let our rocks fade away
so life could flow so easily for us too.