The Rock
I come out of a volcano.
Bursting with hot goo.
I touch the ground and the bottom of the ocean.
Sometimes kids pick me up,
They throw me in the frozen pond.
But still I am Earths baby.
I hear the kids laughing.
I feel the kids stepping on me,
Getting stuck in the grooves of their shoe.
Sometimes kids throw me
They try to smash me with a bigger rock.
But I am the rock!
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