On a wooden table, a medium sized rock sat broken. Split into four, each speckled gray piece rolled to reveal the jagged edges where the break released it. A golden hoof gently poked one of the pieces, making it wobble sadly. An equally sad foal sighed, letting the shard wobble to a stop on its own. The colt crossed his hooves, laying his head on top of them, eyes level with his shattered prized possession.
Wabi Sabi knew in his heart that nothing in the world was permanent. Just like seasons, everything ebbed and flowed, sometimes faster or slower than other things. He had figured that his rocks would last longer...
But he didn't account for the pull of gravity on his collection. The rock was a lovely egg shape originally, and it had rolled from the table, hitting the hard ground and breaking.
"What do I do with you now?" Wabi asked the rock in a morose tone. He did like imperfect things, but this one was now..too imperfect. No, it wasn't just imperfect, it was ruined.
@Chrys