Soon enough, we erupted out of Mt. Dotsera, Colorado. I said bye to my grannynite as she vanished into a cloud of smoke. It was a very bittersweet start to my adventure.
After a few months of skiing, the snow began to melt. So I went down my last run until being carried into a defrosting river.
As spring came and the river continued its flow, I was both tinged with sadness yet still overwhelmed with excitement. I laid back and waited for the river to push me along, quickly, as there wasn't snow blocking the way anymore.
After a short duration of time passed, I washed up on the shore.
The warm mud tickled as I left the enclosing snorkel behind and sank into the soft soil.
I'm constructive and beneficial to the biosphere because trees stabilize themselves around me so they don't topple oakver.
But Just as I was getting smoothed to it, I realized that I was back in the earth's mantle again.
"Oh yay. Earth's interior," I mumble gravelly, "great."
We stayed there for sphyear after sphyear; no one wanted to move and free up room for the others.
Well this was until one day, someone suggested we review our core values.
After doing so, the question came up: Why are we mad in the first place?
No one really knew.
So we slated our apologies and bid each other farewell.
"Peace! I'm out!" I brockcast whle floating into the clouds.