Another Millennium

I was born an ordinary rock,

Appearing on a well-traveled road.

Some admired, picked me up,

One used me to kill a toad.

A stranger placed me in their court

As décor for their garden path…

Some discovered my real beauty,

Submerged in a water bath.

One day a non-observer,

Stepped on me and broke his foot…

I was tossed into the fire,

Totally black with soot.

Centuries later, weed pullers

Thought me a clod no good…

Culled me out of the garden

Throwing me back in the wood.

Now I gather moisture,

I share with a close by Trillium…

I may never be seen again

For perhaps another millennium.