Forgotten

A shattered remnant of a fallen hill,
A fragment now treasured.
Kept like a person’s will,
Its value weighted and measured.

It came from a distant world,
Like it had travelled through time.
Now encased to be admired,
As lonely as a lion searching for a pride

Its veins run with silver
With lead, nickel and rock.

It sits on a velvet pillow,
Soon to see some silver light from the moon
Through the roar of the wind
and silence before a storm
It waits.