[Thriving]

A water moss admires a stone’s strong diligence
To keep to its gut
And attaches to it
And thrives
But a drought dries the pond
The earth shakes with a fury greater than the sun
And needs are not met
So the water moss moves on
But the stone stood its ground
The water moss looked to settle in the damp sand
But the water moss was not satisfied
It found a broken log, thinking it had potential
But the log failed the moss
The stone stayed in its place
Watching the moss’s sorry attempts
Longing for its companionship
While the water moss came to realize
That it needed something strong to live with
The water moss regretted ever leaving the stoic stone
It returned to it, embarrassed with guilt
But the strong stone accepted the moss back with open arms
And so the water moss
Attaches to it
And thrives