Homogeneous

I wonder where, oh boulders and sand, Your spirit or heart truly stands. To you, of Stone with worn heart in your chest Surly you were once like the rest. Once A boulder perfect and formed, From the day you fell from mountain top, born. Down the slope you came and lay, To rest near a peaceful lake one day. And there you stood from boulder to stone, A little smaller in your new home. You peacefully lie until one day you find, The rain had swept you toward the tide. Rubble and tumble you find yourself, Stone Bottom of the bank, and all alone. Once a boulder, now grind down, Washed back to the sandy beaches around. On a mountain top once you stood, Stone now turned to sand did the best he could. But grain so small, hold your head high, Within your chest your heart always lies.