I held a river rock

In the palm of my hand

How it got that way

Was hard to understand

Oval-shaped

And smooth all around

Jagged edges

Were nowhere to be found

Cool to the touch

And solid in my palm

A feeling of serenity

A sense of calm

As quartz crystalline

Sparkled in sunlight

I closed my eyes

And found insight

The sound of rushing water

Flooded my ears

The feel of constant tumbling

Year after year

This river rock is now

My cherished souvenir