Not The Song Of The Tiny Stone Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

The shiny, tiny stone
on the beach, rolled
by the sea till it shone, I alone
picked it up as I strolled
along, chose it from among
hundreds of thousands more
not yet smooth as the words on my tongue
as I sang my long song by the shore

yet the one that I chose
to explore, as I strolled along,
was still not the right shape, I was sure,
not the right shape for my song,
but I kept it to perhaps polish some more
that tiny, shiny stone on the shore.