The rock.
A rock sat by a river under the shadow of a magnificent tree. Its rough, dull surface contrasted with the luscious foliage, green and brilliant, of the forest that surrounded it. Humble but unique in its dark silence, it rose from the grass that covered the floor and its ugliness was highlighted by the beauty of the delicate flowers that to the song of the birds danced in the wind. The coolness of the autumn rains did not bother it and neither did the heat of the Summer sun She sat there useless... Sign in to see full entry.