My Rock

My rock lays still forever,
Totally unmoving.
It remains with the accessories,
In the treasure box.
Always stands out,
All over the place.
My rock is the best,
In the treasure box.
Its spots are red lava,
It’s as small as grains,
It’s as dark as burnt trees,
In the treasure box.
My rock’s as round as an egg,
Its skin is cold and smooth
My rock is special to me,
In the treasure box.