Little stone,
so round, so smooth,
so patiently grey,
I say to you:
Help me understand
the story of your keen essence,
your intrinsic nature of solitude,
how eons of stellar configurations
caused you to fit
so perfectly
in the palms of my admiration.
Little stone,
I hear the woeful ocean
I see sparks of divinity’s fire
I feel my joyful heart
throbbing
inside
your vast magnificence.
