Poem

I am stone.

Beaten by the angry torment of the
winds
Carved by the loud crashes of the
waves
Roasted by the scorching heat of the
sun

Yet the same elments
Soothes by the giggling whispers of the
breezes
Comforts by the tickling lapping of the
water
Warmed by the shining smile of the
sun

Enemies, friends
Foes, buddies
Ex's, dates
A world of hate and love