PEBBLES

As the day grows old and the hearth begins to call,
The autumn leaves flicker and start to fall.
The sound of footsteps, reverberating through the cobblestone,
The ancient trees gnarled and grow all alone.
It’s skeletal bough’s protruding through the sky,
The squirrels clambering, acorns up so high.
The humans do what they are meant to do,
Just the morning, there is nothing but a lengthy queue.
Work and work with coffee and coffee,
Everyone with scarves, the air cool and frosty.
But the “World” forgets, how much these things really credit,
Pebbles, our friends and our old family pendant.
Help us to form the footpath to the glorious heavens,
Brings us to many of our heartfelt confessions.
These minute objects, oh, how could they help us?
But one day, we will truly see every pebble and their kindness.

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