G: Gravel, It's sitting there; a single piece on the ground, 
Gravel, I searched round and that's what I found!
Though pretty flowers surround it, 
Though it's small and its light,
In my eyes? The metamorphic rock? Right below the spotlight.

R: Rocks sit and they stare without purpose or meaning but I felt like I felt that this rock had some feeling. Manipulative meaning, an underhanded being, As if it was alive - Watching & Breathing. 

A: A volcano erupted, a volcano exploded, Lead to weathering, lead to erosion, The pieces flew far, the pieces traveled wide, But this one blew to a school, right by my side. 

V: Very hard, very grey. That's all I can say. That's all I COULD say, until yesterday. For as I strolled around innocently on the grass, The rock moved quick, the rock moved fast... 

E: End of the day, I sat next to the nurse, I'd just tried going home! But the rock got me first. I tripped and I fell, got scraped and I yelled, But the stone disappeared before I could rebel 

L: Later that night, I thought back to the fight, so listen up readers. For this I KNOW I am right: You'll stay away from gravel if you are clever, You'll stay away from gravel. Now and forever.