Life And Death On The Stone In The Pond

on that rainy month
a stone was so kind
enough
to let the green moss
wrap its
solid body

there was
mutual bliss in
their
company
then the drought
comes in months
the river where the stone
lives
dried and
mud turned to
cracked
surfaces

the moss knows
that this happens
every year
dies peacefully
around the solid body
of the stone
like sleep waiting
for the next rain
the stone is
undisturbed