A Small Smile

I stand with the color that feels like moss, the beige with its sand in the swirl of its land.

They blend like the nature beneath the wind, and set like the Earth has its own rise and set.

The path that I take as I see the stones along the way, shows a story of its own, and I wonder in a daze, what of the stone that lies on the path?

Have the waters made it smooth to the mirrored rock? Does the surrounding show the brilliance of the reflection?

I walk a little bit further and catch a glimmer in my eye. The walk was worth the small smile.