Painted Pebble

Painted pebble in my hand
From unknown location once destined for sand
Saved from the toil of wind, rain and storms
Taken in for no other reason than to be adorned
Worn, marked and scarred from your journey to date
You are about to be revealed as something so great

With single-handed patience, struggle and grit
The artist works wonders on every last bit
Colourful, beautiful, vivid and bright
You’re never giving away your struggles and fight
Solid and strong right to the core
A pretty piece of art to forever love, cherish and adore

You are our painted pebble, as we are to you
Worthy of love, it just takes an artists eye view
We danced round the sun but it ended too soon
Taken by waves that shaped us on a tide from the moon
All pebbles must turn to dust and return to the stars
One day we may meet again as pebbles on Mars