A Simple Stone

Clutching a pebble
Colourless and drab
Until water hits
And it springs to life
A rainbow across
Its pitted surface
Laughing at our
Ridiculous misconception.
Tiny keeper of our history
So old and so ignored
A tale in every crack
Every mark and scuff
The edge of someone’s life.
Skimmed across a lake
Each bounce is a new adventure
Each touch of the water
Bringing new life
New memories
To the guardian of time.
Shall it rest forever
Jewel like and regal
At the bottom of this lake?
Given time, I’m sure
We will meet again.

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