I was a pebble
Tiny, on the beach
Picked and cradled
In the palm of a child
Stroked, caressed
Lovingly cherished
Brought out at times
Stored in a secret place

I was a feather
Light and fronded
Meandering in the wind
Blown here and there
Finally caught by tiny fingers
Delicately handled
Kept next to a pebble
Cached in a secret place

I was a crayon
Bright and waxy
Shading a glorious dawn
On a blank sheet of paper
Worn to a stubble
Secreted with a pebble
And a faded feather
Treasured in a secret place