Neither turbulent waters nor mighty storms could move the lone rock
Standing still as time wasted away his surroundings
The rock wondered what it would be like to be moved
But seeing how even the most forceful of streams left him unshaken  
He had given up hope
Until a delicate mountain river started spurting right next to him
Its refreshing cold only caressing his side
With never ending gentleness and unwavering determination
Not even intending to disturb him
Yet the rock discovered, that even he could be moved