A stone lies on the earth
in the forest
still like a rock
colourful like a gem
In its shades a ladybug
is protected
Kissed by the sun,
the stone becomes alive
And if the stream from uphill
takes it
and playfully makes it move
-it smiles
then even a stone seems
to have wings
as in its own flow
it takes flight
©RoseGirl2026
