The Rock

I sit here upon a rock
Placed firmly in the muddy ground it gazes out onto the town
I wonder how long the rock has been watching
What could it have seen?
I know that it has seen me travel this path many times before
I come up here and rest my body and look out on the world
How many emotions does this rock see?
I know I have had a wide array to share
Sometimes the sun is shining and optimism consumes me
But there are times where all seems wrong and tears crash against its surface
Does he know how he has comforted me?
He never tells me that he does not have time
Dependable... always dependable...
Sometimes I can't think of a single person who will understand
So I climb the slopes to sit... to contemplate
I do not see another sole for hours yet I feel like I have talked things through
What a marvelous thing a rock is
If only everyone took the time to sit upon the surface and think
I recommend a trip into nature the next time you are feeling blue
Never underestimate the power that such a beautiful object can offer you in your time of need
Nature is always there for me... I just need to go to her