Red Rocks

As I walk through my grandmother's backyard
I step on the red stones hidden within her grass
Noticing the shape of each one
They're all different.
Some are big, you can plant both feet on one.
Some are so small, only the balls of your feet will fit.
Some are loose and hard to walk on.
Most are linked with cotton, sticks, leaves, and grass.
Some are more oval shaped then others.
There is one that is sticking up above the ground.
The biggest one has a white line down the middle.
One is cracked right down the middle.
All of them different.
All of them lead to the same place.
Nobody cares what the rocks look like
As they follow the designated path.
These rocks should be like our friends.
We shouldn't care what our friends look like.
We should only care if they lead us in the right direction.
Let our friends be like the red rocks
Hidden in the grass.
In my Grandmother's backyard.