They Still Survive

9/30/21

The rock under the sand
is happy where it lays.
It feels cozy and warm.
The water can’t reach it.
Hands won’t impede it.
It just stays engrained.
The rock stays where it is.
It never gets bored.
Always stays gray.
So you can't fall deeper.
Planted by a who-man.
Couldn't be happier.
It lays and stays.
Content with it’s blanket.
A dry life to exist-
A dry wife persists.