He says she’s not a pebble.
He says she’s more like an interesting rock formation.
Ah, but rock formations were once mountains
as mountains become pebbles
in time.
.
This mountain fills all we can see
I step this way.
You step that way.
Distance grows until we have disappeared from view.
From where we are now, we can each squish
a mountain between our finger and thumb.
Shawn L. Bird 
Simply Exquisite. More than Excellent, but I lack the appropriate vocabulary to say more. My apologizes.
Why thank you! That’s a lovely compliment.
The cycle goes round and round.
Yup.
This is really good. It expresses a deep truth simply and succinctly. We all change and all things change and we get worn down as time goes on.
“All things move toward their end.”, as Nick Cave once sang.
Good work!
Thanks. I pondered stopping at the first stanza (time) but the distance seemed important, too.
and of course, so were pebbles…
Chickens or eggs. 🙂
Theres more in here than you reveal. i was just thinking about mountains too https://wordpress.com/post/erbiage.wordpress.com/620
distance brings down mountains.
Thanks for sharing.
Your style is unique and makes me think . . . even at this early time in the morning.