LJ Idol Season 8, Week 10 - Sticks and Stones.
Bits of rock, broken down into fragments fit for gravel. Mixed with sand, an even finer winnowing down of rock, to become cement for the roads I walk and the paths I dream along.
Gypsum wrapped in paper becomes drywall. At some point that paper was part of a tree... branches, twigs, trunk.... just as much as every page of every book on my bookshelves was part of a tree.
My bookshelves are wooden, and are housed in a structure of cherry, oak, maple, granite, pine, and concrete. I can pretend I live in a tree or in the side of a mountain, some days.
I should be scratched, torn, and weighted down by the physical components of my haven, if the schoolyard rhyme were to be believed.