The Moving Rock | A 100 Word Story

#339 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

The rock was nestled in the sand.
Placed there in a time before man.
It was its home for centuries on
Watching life and nearly gone.

With the storm clouds rolling in
Another layer of life comes to an end.
The rock comes loose from the sand,
And moves as if by God’s hand.

Lightning sparks the pitch black sky,
Then the heavens start to cry.
The rock continues ‘cross the shore,
A last chance for something more.

A rock that once was stuck on land,
Leaves behind its endless plans,
For an uncertain world,
In the waters of old.