• The Avalanche

    The pebble sat upon the cliff
    Viewing all with seeming bliss
    It looked upon the lakes and seas
    And wondered at the earth and trees
    Somehow it felt all alone
    Though it was not the only stone
    It did not know that it could speak
    Nor did others just as meek
    It never tried to speak aloud
    And stood alone inside the crowd
    One day it tumbled from its place
    Down the cliff it rolled, it raced
    It began to hear its sound
    Echoing from all around
    It shouted as it smashed in two
    In the end its voice came through
    Others now began to speak
    Their voices flew, their voices reached
    And no more were they all alone
    Through the voice of a single stone