One there was a rock that broke off of a mountain and fell in a tree.Her name was sandy.She was pointed on one side and rounded on the other.She noticed the trees were growing so the branches spaced.She could even move a little.
Why does this keep happening to me.
The season is changing The sun is coming out more.Sandy tries to stretch but then she falls down and rolls into a water fall.She swerves and curves and hits rocks.Then the water leads her to a beautiful valley.
Sandy lied against the shore as she watched the river flow.She felt like taking a quick swim to cool down but didn't as she remembered being tossed and turned by the water.The peaceful sound of the water soothed her to sleep.
Rain splashed over Sandy as she woke up carrying her to the water.She glanced over at her resting place and saw it filled with rocks.She was now a tiny grain of sand.
The storm continued for a long time.Sandy soon found kelp tied to her and insects around her as seagulls flied above her. She loved all the attention she got.
Sandy was on a beach surrounded by many friendly grains.Kids played and she would love when the kids made sand castled out of her or if she would get caught under some ones foot.