Whostandsstrong?

Beaten to golden glisten by the sun He can sheenmoonlit too well in the night What if a small stone just rolls away from the sun Shelters itself shady under the biggie's might The boulder's fate, it's disturbed and toppled Rolls down and down the slope to end crumbled In anxiety the little stone too fast falls down Oh, bad luck, it gets flipped off to vanish and frown The hill shows its concern in self pity Says'oh, my crown of beauty is now gone How will I gain him back to my steepled beauty Who crowned me showering all his luminance on' A sand grain then says'lucky I'm this way Tiny though I too can sheen night and day'