Plain little jewels of the sea
Resting easy in my hand,
Your velvety roundness
Breathes tranquility in me.
Funny this should be,
For you were born in the fires of this sphere,
Ejected rudely with sudden blast
Or chipped from wholeness,
Pressed and wave tossed.
Upheaval transformed you from igneous grit
To this polished state.
You do not sparkle or shine
With color bright,
But your creamy grain
Soothes, beautifies your loud world
Where surf and sand collide.
Placed in my palm,
You help me pause,
Remember that time and stormy seas
Might just knock the jaggedness off me.
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