Dusted Gold

An ordinary stone Who can know Moving from season to season Not so very slow Forced to undesired Positions But perseveres A stone with hope Who can care about something So small Who can know A stone that Relays on challenges After stricken Waits for the next To be moved about On the grounds Of the earth On the surface To the kickers direction Adventures corners of the earth Uses problems as opportunity To climb to the utmost peak Dreaming to reach water And peel off the dust So appears the gold So someone can know It's potential To bringing joy And riches