I am a wandering rock.

Born from a world of fire,

graced by beams of bright light,

warmed in costal sands,

discarded by a mountain,

one piece of the whole.

I am a wandering rock.

Kicked into the endless cerulean sea,

ushered along by the current of life,

tumbled through turbulent times,

until I am opalescent

and smooth as a pearl

nestled in the the soft flesh

of an oyster.