My Special Object

One cold windy night, stars like diamonds, shining in the sky, the sand was rough,
The waves were fierce and strong, the moon was as white as snow falling from outside on a cold dark winter
On that freezing winter night, stood one girl alone, in the darkness and walked slowly
Down the beach. She walked up a hard, wet rock, looked at the moon as it danced its
Way through the sky watching waiting she walked as slow as a snail down the long
Forgotten beach, she saw something in one of the crevices of the wet rocks, it was as brown as mud.
She reached down for the object and wiped off some of the sand, she clutched it in her hand,
Although it was as hard as rock it was full of light fluffy memories inside. The stone object travelled to many places, spreading hope and much more.
Now it lay with me watching, waiting, I keep it safe, it is as special as gold. Even though it may be small, it will always have the biggest space in my heart.
But on one cold winter night it lay next to me and winked at me, it brought me to a another world of imagination.
We may be just two small things in a big world but we are
Never small together.
We will watch and we will wait, together