If I was a pebble, hidden in soil
Nobody would water me, no one so loyal
If a pebble dreamed to become a seed
Rub a lamp, and it might grow a weed
But I have no body, no arms or feet
No bathing in light, no water so sweet
If I waited in darkness, trapped inside
If I pretended I could grow, if I had lied
My mind would be bright, but my soul murky
My heart tainted, veiled by smiles so perky
But if I let myself be consumed in woe
My heart too cautious, everyone a foe
One day something damp slid by
I saw it like a star flashing in the sky
It blinded hope, yet curling in fright
If pebbles soared, if pebbles took flight
I sat and waited as my mind hopped
Dreaded hope to fail, the heart to have dropped
To bloom and blossom, fragrant soft flowers
If pebbles could make wishes, one at a time
Would they want to be grass, flowers, fruit like lime?
If each star was a seed up above
Would you watch them like stars, or flowers, wishing on love?
I think myself a pebble, small in size
Hoping to be compassionate, loving and wise
But then a sudden thought struck me one day
"What if I could grow?" I say
"What if I could turn green, lush and bud?"
"Maybe one day, furl my petal's fragrance, not be a dud?"
"What if seeds felt like pebbles when they are first born?"
"What if seeds thought themselves pebbles, always scorn?"
So perhaps my thoughts seemed vague after all
Perhaps I was the seed I had hoped that didn't fall
If I was a seed, hidden in soil
My thoughts of being the pebble, my only foil
Cleaning out my computer and found this...huh...I'm amused. =)
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