Steadfast

Blue stone grovelled in mud, wet viscid and and dirty mud, no one knew where water poured in from, nobody was there to stop it hence, it had crushed the earth, made it soft and humid, it had drilled hole, and widened it broad, and now was eating sides, loosening mud, and making the muck, this blue stone had loosened, from the water attack, and fell down, with no jack, from its earthly rack, now water worked on mud, and mud on stone, god knows for many days,weeks and months, the scene had remained the same, a philosopher doing the round, saw it every now and then, and wondered when, the stone will get bleached, philosopher had to see his last, and died his death, the stone held the color fast.