Rocks and Sand

Do the rocks feel themselves being worn slowly by the waves? Do they understand that wearing down? Can they feel it? As each grain of sand is lost, do they resist the change? Or are they happy? Content to know their change is good. Content to know that while the waves whip wildly about them that what they are becoming will no longer be independent and breakable--but part of a greater whole? Can I understand the significance of that change?

Little rock, did you used to be a mountain?
Did you cause man kind to shutter and shake?
Little rock did you used to be a wonder?
Snow capped peaks or an icy lake?
Little rock, can I hold you forever?
And this be for me to move more?
Little rock, you can be my mountain.
Because I know what you were before.