A Little Girl’s Stone
By Ivory Smith (not my rl name, mah pen name.)
A little grey stone was dropped in the woods
Forgotten by a girl in a little blue dress.
Pollution and war raged all around,
Yet the little stone drew on.
The little girl grew old and died,
As the stone was enveloped by moss.
Soon a new war started,
Then it started the end of the world.
The world was covered in dust and ash,
The ground grew dry and cracked.
But our little stone stayed,
In the shadow of its former forest.
It rolled through canyons and past lakes.
Rolled through mountain ranges.
Soon a new people came,
And the stone said, ‘Maria, 2015-I’m not dead yet!’
i hope u like!
kinda weird.