What's this at my feet.
A ribbon for a finish line
For the underdog;
An unpolished stone
To make a ring;
A piece of paper yet unfolded
Into a snowflake;
Is this a bit of wood
Waiting for release;
A puddle
Reflecting a blue sky
That could be fashioned
As a cloud,
Why not give it a try.
A stick, a stone, ribbon or puddle
Just waiting as a poem.