Boulders
I am DNA from a boulder.
I soak in the sun,
But do the same with the rain.
You find me when you go outside,
Some even keep me for a prize,
But when I’m lost the baby cries.
I like when the wind rocks me forward,
Despise when it knocks me back.
Sometimes I’m enormous,
And sometimes I am teeny-tiny,
But does it matter when you say eeny-meeny-miny.
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