How does a moment last forever?
In something so small
How does a story keep alive?

From every piece of grit,
Comes a natural wonder.
From every natural wonder comes a person.

A person who collects thought of love
A thought of something truly irreplaceable
That small treasure keeps that memory.

And one day that small stone will be passed on
And one day it will be forgotten then found
But never lost forever.

Eventually something calamitous will break out,
All will feel lost,
Until that special moment’s found.

Every rock holds a memory of someone we lost,
No object is the same, Even if they look similar.
Collections are not just treasures, yet a memory.

A moment can last forever in something so small
Even if we don’t realise it
As long as we can feel.