Chipped, striated pieces of granite
Broken from his father's home;
Wedged between his nesting brothers
Nestled safe within the dome.
Sliding further, insecurely
In sequential rhythm,
Sliding easily over others
To a firm plateau.
To become a path for others
Who filters down the slopes.
In nature's wisdom, the silent kingdom
Serves the wind and prods along;
Its porous rivulets receive the fountain,
Giving up each grain.
In respite, is loved by the sun.
These are the companions
Of the stone.