'Rocks and Pebbles'

from the river bed, I picked some pebbles
formerly rocks, turned mutinous rebels
now they Just lay there, motionless and dead
their last resting place is the river bed...

further down river was a sandy shore
grains of sand covered the river floor
rocks and pebbles against the river's trend
all became sand by the rivers end...

all former rocks opposing the flow
misjudged the power of the rain and snow
force of the river made them tumble
now they just lay there accepting, humble...

If we too ignore the power of our source
constantly oppose our life's river's course
tumble, fall and move, until we are dead
humble and still lie in our final bed...

but if like fish with the river flow
the course of the river we get to know
we can swim with ease to the river's motion
until in the end, we reach the ocean.

Poem by: Shahriar Shahriari