Pebbles scattered on the ground
amidst the greenery around,
rolling and skidding
withstanding years of erosion within,
till it becomes round and smooth,
when your hands touch it,
after your eyes have searched it.
A selection, anew elimination around.
Then it finds its place,
inside your lot,
when you collect it after
assessing its beauty
leaving other boulders there
to search for many more like you,
erosion and ravages of time
elevating their beauties and expression
waiting and waiting to fall and stick in the vision
of their favorite person
to make a place in your collection.