Flowers and rocks awhile look miles apart,
Both like birds of the same feather,
Flocking and frolicking together,
Seem to have a similar feeling heart,
Weathering together the same weather,
Deviating and drawn by same tether—
Flowers greeting those that come home one eve,
And rocks building up a welcoming bridge,
Flowers bidding good-bye to them that leave,
And rocks again building a block of ridge;
In every flower’s bosom lies a rock-
-Like will to spread her blossom’s rare fragrance,
In every rock’s core there’s a silent clock
That says: evolving I am to advance.
Aniruddha Pathak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-and-rocks-2/
