The thirst of these stones
Never end
Still near the seas, rivers and lakes
Leaving a melancholous strain.
Their mother river moulds them
From sharp to smooth ends
With a faded colour
They shine amongst the lust of sunbeam, brighter and brighter.
Their journey never ends
Even when they want
For the world is like a hell
Where people just know how to grab.
Many footprints hurt them
But, still they always remain what they are
And this is the rule of life,
Be proud on what you have and what you are..