V - Virtue Of A Rock

 

As the flowers swayed

In all their vibrant hues

I sat along to a side

And gazed silently

A rock that I was

Seasons pranced past

With the flowers embracing 

Each of them with elan

Whether it be a quiver

Or a gleeful beam

But I remained the same

All along, all the way long

A rock that I was

Cloaking the cracks within

Guarding them under unseen

Neither by the flowers 

Nor by the changing seasons

For a rock that I was

But then wonder I did

At many a times

If my being a rock

Was at all a virtue

As they proclaimed 

For had I been just a flower

I could sway, laugh and cry

At any given hour

And the universe would 

Possibly then heed

Without batting an eye lid 

Unlike, as presupposed

For a rock that I was

PS : This post is posted as part of #BlogchatterA2Z 2021 challenge for the letter V.   

Poem posted as part of the 30 day poetry challenge for the month of April #NaPoWriMo2021 and #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour.