Poem - Friendship Mountain

it was a "once upon a time" a when-we-were-young a 7 year old with a theory told the boy with blue eyes "if you plant a pebble like a seed in the gravel by the wood that it grows into more" he didn't believe me, not until we were both 10 when he pulled me aside at recess after a sad happening and we sat on the wood, and he told me that he remembered and asked me if i did, and he dug a hole, then set the pebble in together, we spread a heet of rocks over the seed it was a sunny friday, in spring that monday, there was a hill of fresh, new rocks s we left the school doors, his blue eyes widened, as did my smile our seed had blossomed into a beatiful mountain and our friendship did as well and i was content in knowing that my philosophy created a gravel hill