The sun was immense and radiant among the swollen puffs of white,

The birds were serenading the earth with delicate melodies,

A perfectly brisk and refreshing summer breeze was blowing,

Children in a nearby field radiated glee and gave off orange laughs.

The sky came straight from a painting with its intense lapis hue,

However, I was angry at Mother Nature on this marvelous day.

Why make yourself so exquisite if I don’t have the arms and legs to truly enjoy you?

Why mock me with your grace and elation if I cannot join you?

Why, oh why, did you create me to be the way I am?

For I am a bitter and resentful rock with no body to frolic in the fields.