• The rock lived in a big, green park.
    He was surrounded by millions of grass;
    Living growing grass that chattered incessantly
    in their little green language.

    The sun would come, the people would come,
    resting their dirty shoes and squishy bottoms on him.
    The sun would go and the people would go.

    And he would cry his sad, rock sorrows,
    feeling desecrated.
    And he was surrounded by millions of grass,
    that chattered incessantly in their happy, green tongue.

    He prayed for rain. The rain would come.

    RINSE AND REPEAT