The Stone's Reckoning

Water rounds the sharp edges, generations of flow polishing what was once angular, defensive.

The stone remembers its fracture from the cliff face— that violent birth now softened into smoothness by relentless whisper.

In the current's embrace, it learns to move without resistance, becomes part of the river's song instead of fighting it.

This is not surrender. This is the mathematics of time: every touch another layer worn away, revealed.