My Flying Stone

As smooth as paper as the people
Shouted
and roared
As light as a feather

But strong as iron and a soul filled with love
The crowd screamed at the top of their voice
I was scouring through the crowd searching for
Someone to collect me but none came close

I stood
In the cold freezing and alone
Until a little girl zoomed passed and picked me up
Finally I thought…

She would look after me
Care for me
Love me
And take her into her nice home