River Rock

I held a river rock

In the palm of my hand

How it got that way

Was hard to understand


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

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