A pebble small, a boulder great,
In size, a difference like night and day,
But can the small one truly dictate,
And best the giant in a game of play?
The boulder stands so tall and strong,
A rocky fortress, bold and grand,
While the pebble seems to not belong,
Lost amidst the shifting sand.
And yet, beneath that tiny shell,
Lies strength and power, fierce and bright,
A force that's bound to do quite well,
In a battle, or a daring fight.
It bounces off the boulder's side,
A playful dance, a game to share,
And slowly, surely, with each stride,
It chips away, without a care.
The boulder stands its ground, unmoved,
Its size and strength a mighty thing,
But the pebble's heart is not subdued,
And it keeps on chipping, chipping.
And in the end, the boulder falls,
Its strength no match for that small stone,
For sometimes, in this life of all's,
The pebble wins, and stands alone.
