The Woes of a Rock

Started 11/4/04 (unfinished)

Each morning I feel warm rays touch my cold form
And I am jealous of the sun, for he brings life to the earth.

Each night I watch constellations roam across the sky,
And I am jealous of the stars, for they give purpose to the night.

Each day I hear the scamper of rodents gathering food,
And I am jealous, for I must remain still.

Each season passes by bringing change,
But I remain the same.