Seven bright stones:
ok, not gems, but a bit shiny,
not as cool as diamonds or rubies
but they're hard, unyielding -
they have PRINCIPLES, flinty fixed,
they don't give in to social pressures
or lah-de-dah fashions,
being ten million years old and all that.
The thing is, they won't bother you
if you don't bother them.
Yes, if you step on them bare-footed
they'll give you grief
but that's your fault for disrespecting them.
Other than that, they just sit there,
quietly minding their own geological business
through the aeons, meditating on the universe.
Now boulders are another thing ALtogether:
sure, they are just as ethically steadfast,
Martin-Lutheresque in fact,
and generally speaking they won't trouble you -
they certainly won't call you names
or laugh at your fat-bottomed hiking shorts
as you trudge past them on your agriphiliac awayday.
But it has to be said, they do,
only ON OCCASION, mind, become dislodged
from their "Hier stehe ich. Ich kann nicht anders" mountainscapes
and in that sad event, they do tend to land on folk,
and splat them into pizza-blotches -
but that's not THEIR fault,
GRAVITY'S to blame for such unpleasantness.
That Isaac Newton has a lot to answer for!
He might have had his principles
(and he sure as hell let Leibniz have a few of them
with both barrels over that nasty
infinitesimal calculus affair)
but he shouldn't have gone
discombobulating elderly rocks
with his new-fangled gravitation,
and such like inconveniences.
So when all's said and done,
probably, it's just as well
he got apple-slapped:
that'll teach him,
the boulder-bothering bastard,