Rolling Stream Stones

I’m sitting by the water’s edge

Where the river meets the mossy ledge

Look at the stones beneath the blue

Each one has a different story to do

Some are sharp with a jagged side

Some are round where the currents hide

Some are flat like a resting hand

Scattered across the river sand

But no stone is right, and no stone is wrong

They all belong to the river’s song

Pointy or smooth, large or small

There’s a natural beauty in them all

Rolling stream stones, one by one

Sparkling under the morning sun

Just being themselves is enough, you see

In the perfect rhythm of the scenery

I look at the world and I look at the crowd

And I hear the message, clear and loud

We’re just like the stones in the running stream

Living a part of the very same dream

A round face here, a long face there

Different heights and the colors of hair

Some are tall like the mountain pine

Some are short, and they’re doing fine

But no stone is right, and no stone is wrong

They all belong to the river’s song

Pointy or smooth, large or small

There’s a natural beauty in them all

Rolling stream stones, one by one

Sparkling under the morning sun

Just being themselves is enough, you see

In the perfect rhythm of the scenery

You don’t have to polish your edges away

To fit in the light of a brand new day

The river loves the way you are

A unique stone, a fallen star

Your shape is a gift, your size is a grace

You have your very own special place

Just as you are

Beautifully made

Like the stones in the stream