My Pebble Poem by Breana DeHart

My pebble flies,
My pebble flows through the ocean
It flows through the wind,
That calls to us in the dark.

It left us to be with the others,
In the place known as home.
We weep for our rock,
But do not know if it is coming back.

It stayed as long as it could,
But knew it had to go when
It saw the winged creatures.

We have no rock now to comfort us,
We have no pebble no more.
We see u soon in the home known as life.