The Pebble

Little pebble on the sand,
From whence did thy come?
Earthy womb with heart in hand,
& spat out river’s tongue.

Little pebble I now hold,
How did thy come to be?
Once hot sediments now cold
Take form to make me.

Little pebble in the wall
What feat has thou to see?
The greatest training of them all:
How to sit & be.

Little pebble crush and crumble,
Why does thy constant change?
To feel mother’s crash and rumble,
Know of mortal’s remain.

Little pebble cast away,
Where does thou then go?
Back to night no more t’day.
Thy essence immortal