Sand at the bottom of the shallow part of the ocean floor,
Stirred by the slightest movement or wave,
Pushed around carelessly,
Stomped on by humans.
Nobody seemed to realize I was there struggling.
Nothing I could do.
Pressure was horrid and too much to handle
But the day it felt like it was too much to take
Something amazing happened.
I transformed into a sandstone,
A strong solid form.
It took a long period of time.
Now, I can stand firm in the midst of waves,
No longer allowing people to stomp on me,
Without knowing what they did.