the rough rock bounced around

one of many living in the river bed

bumping and grinding

rolling and tumbling for centuries

transformed into a smooth pebble

then he was picked up

taken away as a trophy

gently caressed and loved

at first he was very happy

until he was discarded in a drawer

laying abandoned in the dark

the pebble was sad

he stayed there for many years

until a boy discovered him

he took the pebble everywhere he went

sleeping under his pillow

on his desk at school

for walks down by the river

the boy tossed the pebble in the river

bumping and grinding again

trying to stay deep in the river

better to be pebble in a crowd of friends 

than a lonely trophy pebble