Just a Plain Rock

It was just a plain rock Nothing more, But its smooth roundness I just couldn’t ignore. It caught my eye Lying there in the sand, Among the thousands of rocks Covering the shore land. It wasn’t very big It fit in the palm of my hand, It boasts no beauty To make it something grand. For some reason though I couldn’t throw it down, It cast a spell on me As I knelt on the ground. My fingers slowly traced Its smooth round shape, And I couldn’t help wonder About it’s past date. Had it traveled far Only to land here today, If it could talk What stories would it say. How many other people Had felt its weight, How long had the river Dictated its fate. It was just a plain rock As far as I could see, But its simple existence Inspired me.