HiveComb

I'm but a leaf in a tree, one of many,
I glisten in the morning light,
The wind blows me from time to time,
And raindrops soothe my veins, until
I become old and withered in winter -
Then I fall to the ground.

I am a smooth rock beside a shallow creek,
Day in and day out I am unmoving,
I stay still.
Sometimes a heavy flow on the creek may turn me over,
Or may just slightly move me from my stillness,
And then, again, I stay the same.

Do you see the water, so deep below the old well?
Yes, that is me.
I have been here as long as I can recall,
The only company I have is the sky,
He and I engage in a neverending staring contest.
Once in a while, a bird or stray animal drops something,
They look down at me for a few moments-
And I resume my contest with my companion.

I'm candle placed on the grand table,
On some nights someone lights the wick and I burn,
Only for mere minutes.
Someone comes to blow the flame away,
And I am to wait to burn another night.
Until one day I am just melted wax.

I have a story to tell, like any other,
Like every other thing,
Although there's not much to say-
The words are but a handful and simple.
And after those choice words are spoken,
I remain - I still remain.