Pebbles

He called me, "Just another pebble in the stream" All I could do was laugh, oh! how funny this all seemed Did he know I was a mountain, up upon the peak? Withered, away but picked up in a birds beak Then in a nest I lay, perched in a grand old tree But from there, oh yes, the whole world I could see And when the nest frayed out I fell, so long But from where I stood I could hear the birds song Until the rain came and washed me away And then upon the path I lay Where a child's pudgy fingers picked me up Squeezed me tight, told me to never give up And when he skipped me on the waters top I knew my ripples would never ever stop So maybe to others it may only seem But Lord knows I'm not "just another pebble in the stream"