RELIC

The rock stood sturdy and strong, watching the waves flowing toward him.  His memory was strong and long dating back thousands of years from the time when he was submerged, nestled in the sanctity of the seas.  From a grain of sand to a smooth pebble on the soft bed, he danced to the tune of the currents gradually nudged to the shore.  The music of the waves swayed him further to befriend more grains and merge with the sand.  Centuries spanned as the pebble grew to a rock morphing to a boulder while the waters receded.  Exposed and bare, he grew and found a footing to stay grounded.  The waves tormented, crashed on its sides, taunted him with sleek, venomous clutches and left traces of slippery mossy parasites behind.  The rock stood firm and let the raging seas mock him.  He looked out with pride at the ground he stood, withstood the torments of the waves, keeping alive the memories of when he was insignificant and shielded by the waters.  The world around him changed, but he had stood strong and rooted. Buried deep inside him, encased into his heart the relic of raw past of plants, creatures, minerals. Its memory was as raw as the day he had been born, every mineral, each element honoring all the things past, submerged or forgotten.