He is my rock.
I take him and fling him into smooth waters just to see how many times he'll skip off of the surface-
creating ripples everywhere.
The tide comes in and he is brought back to me. He always comes back to me.
Sometimes the current drags him further down the shore; I have to go to him.
He grounds me because he is the ground- holding me close to him so I may stay humbled.
He teaches me how to let difficult times smooth my heart, rather than create jagged edges.
My rock is not a diamond or a flashy gem.
He is a product of simpler minerals, combined brilliantly to epitomize strength, wisdom, and perseverance.
He is my rock. I would be lost without him.