a pile of gravel

let the rain meander its way through the pile of gravel,
the pebbles, the sand, the larger rocks in pink, black and green,
the minerals, the diamonds, the lichen and algaes,
the water will cleanse away the caked mud formed from
tears and impacts, from the pollution and debris
that mixed its way in somehow, rounding the sharp edges,
bringing air to long suffocating clumps, releasing fertile
soil to adjacent grounds, who knows what will grow there.