You know me by the sound I make,
The gentle song that never ends.
But I have traveled farther still
Than roads your map could ever send.
I remember mountains standing tall
Before your towns were ever known.
I’ve carried pieces of the world,
One little pebble at a time, alone.
You step across me searching,
Eyes fixed upon the ground.
You call them treasures when you stop
And lift them where they’re found.
I smile beneath your careful hands.
I’ve watched this scene for years.
Some leave with crystal-filled pockets…
Some leave with happy tears.
I’ve polished jasper smooth as silk.
I’ve cradled quartz in sand.
I’ve hidden agates patiently
Until they reached your hand.
Do not thank your luck alone,
For luck is only part.
The greatest stones I’ve ever shared
Were found with a curious heart.
Please leave a little kindness here.
Take memories if you must.
Carry home the stones you love,
But leave me all your trust.
Tomorrow I will sing again,
As I have always done.
With stories flowing to the sea,
Beneath the moon and sun.
And if one day you should return,
With slower steps than now,
I’ll still be here, just as before,
Keeping every promise somehow.
For I am only water…
Or so it may appear.
But every rock you’ve ever loved
Has spent some time with me, right here.
Ginger
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