If I was a pretty stone,
sitting on a pebbled beach,
would you pick me up and admire me,
treasure me with your whole heart.

Or, would you toss me into the abyss of the dark water,
as if another one of your typical skipping stones.

Would you cradle me and keep me from harm,
or show me to the world,
like a deserved golden medal.

Am I just like every other stone on this beach,
or am I special in some kind of way,
hopefully I'll see someday.

If I was a pretty stone,
sitting on your worktop, merely ten years old,
would you cherish me as you did when you found me.
If I was a pretty stone.