I prefer to be
  just a tiny piece of stone
  not a proud rock-
  I'll be hidden and unknown

even the wildest storm
or the torrential rain will harm me not
I lie safely under the tree's shelter
until the sunshine is wrought-

above me sweetest flowers blow
birds chirp cheerfully from dusk to dawn
moonbeams through the leaves bring me cheer
ere the hours of night are gone-

I'm unnoticed when you walk by
no harsh word will you speak to me
how blessed it is to be what I am-
truly joyful and eternally free!