one rock at a time

a girl walked up the hill n found a big rock
the rock was strong steady and sturdy and biggg
she knew this rock was a magical rock
she danced for it
she drew on it
she did its favourite things and made sure she made time for it
she saw the rock everyday,it would turn a different colour whenever she did something and that gave her joy
nobody really knew why she took such interest in the rock
she wanted the rock to roll n move on to another hill where the scenery was better,the people were happy,there was so much more to see.
she pushed hard
the rock budged a lil, just a lil, day by day
it made her happy but not for long
she grew tired
so tired
" are you sure ,magic rock?" she asked the rock one day with her arms wrapped around it
"why rock? BAD MAGIC ROCK"
the magic rock wanted to be where it was.
she slid down the hill and went up the next, angry at herself for wasting all that time
the rock could see her from where it was but it never rolled down the hill.
she sat there for a long long time
and she too, turned into a rock.