Rocks are dry.
Rocks do not like getting wet.
The water rolls between them.
It bothers them.
It makes them sticky.
But in a way they like it.
It makes them smooth.
It brings them together.

Rocky sand.
Sand blows high.
Sand blows low.
Rocks travel.
Millions, billions, trillions of rocks.
Together as wind.
Free of care.
Free of ground.
Jubilation.

Rocks in the light.
Glisten as gems.
Create rainbows.
Rocks of the light.
Shine all around them.
Always and forever.

Rocks imagine the world.
We are the result of rocks.
Ponies are the result.
Rocks imagine ponies, and the world exists.
The world is rocks.