RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

The Story Of The Pleasingly Amazing Rock

Whose rock is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh and say hello.

He gives his rock a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds wide awake.

The rock is pleasing, amazing and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
After working and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.

He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his head,
He eats his jam with lots of bread.
Ready for the day ahead.