I am just walking by the river...
Alone...
It is a  warm summer evening...
The sun is setting... displaying  its red palette...
Which gets majestically reflected in the water...
It can't get more beautiful than this...
There is a big stone by the shore...
Beaten by the elements....
I've been walking around this area for many years,,,
And the eroded surface of this rock never changes...
The same stretch marks....  the same lines on it...
It is like nature wrote on it...
And wanted the writing to last for an eternity...
That is probably every poet's dream...
To have their poems liked for an eternity...
Spanning  generations...
Mine will never be...
Unless I write it in the stone...
I will settle for at least one person smiling when reading these lines...
Let me know if you smile when reading this..