Glue And Paper

Trotting along the gurgles of the river
The gravel impresses the wet sand
With its shape

It can be crushed into a powder
Used as a fault line for human paths
But it serves me just the same
Unchanged under my feet

I am not a rock
Nay, I do not change
No part of me evolves for he

The snowy mountaintops melt
Into freshwater ponds
Forests wither and wail
Yet I keep myself
Green with curiosity
Respect for all this green
Frowning at the green that would
See our parent suffer