A slightly tilted tree in the distance,
the branches had been cracked by a harsh wind that had blown through.
He stopped,
bent down to pick up these two rocks that caught his eye.
one was a jagged rock that shined like a freshly polished silver,
and the other was as smooth as a fresh tomato
that had just been picked that morning.
There came a fork in the path,
and had discovered he had dropped his smooth and beautiful rock
somewhere along the way.
He fell,
down this deep spirling hole
that was similar to a spring from the inside of a pen.
He thought about green grass
that had been freshly mowed on a nice warm summer day,
and birds chirping.
As he fell to jagged rocks in an old well
that had been hidden by the trees that covered the path
and moss that had grown over time.