A rolling rock
Rolling steady down a hill
With each turn
It gains momentum
Crushing wildflowers and dandelions
How do you yield
An object unaware
Of its mass or power
Spinning recklessly through time
Only a fool would interfere
Its undetermined destiny
Free to roam
A path of solitude
Led solely by the dim light
Of the loyal moon
The single, silent bystander
All it takes
Is a shift in weather
And its path is changed forever