An epic unfolded

Here be a pebble,

Hard-seasoned rebel,

Bit o’ a rock once stood.

Far has it tumbled,

Crushed, hit & humbled,

Worn-out by waves, wind & wood.

How has it travelled,

From boulder to gravel,

Changing its look ’long the way?

Smooth-faced, yet craggy,

Rugged & jaggy,

Streaked with black-green & blue-gray?

An epic unfolded,

Breach-born & moulded,

Living ’tween sea-salt & sand.

My poor dear, sweet pebble,

Hard-weathered petal,

Lost in the sea of my hand.