Where I ate lunch

Today I left my vacation home
With plans of coming back
My boots laced up, my long hair tied
My lunch within my pack

I walked and dreamt of where I'd stop
To eat what I had brought
Through trees I passed and miles walked
I went where I had got

And soon I reached my eating spot
I looked for somewhere dry
To rest my feet and to consume
My sandwich made on rye

I passed a spot beneath a branch
With bugs, I would not share
I skipped across the sandy beach
Hunger surpassed by "where?"

And then I saw a giant rock
Three times the size of me
Amidst a busy current
Yet sturdy as could be

And so I climbed that giant rock
And loosened up my hair
I stretched and laid beneath the sun
And ate my sandwich there

Upon that rock I memorized
The parts that I could reach
And quickly I decided this
Was the best thing on the beach

But when I got to sitting up
And took a look around
I was humble and amazed by all
The beauty that I found

The trees they were uncountable
The clouds, they tried to block
And the mountain that they stood upon
Made a pebble of my rock

So I jumped from off my pebbled rock
Looked at it from below
This giant thing that I had loved
Could be the smallest love I'd know