The Friendship Item

The friendship item
The pink woven hair holds a tale
Of the hard-long journey where it became frail
The pink protruding pattern has an amazing story
And only gives me a certain amount of glory
The tipsy turvy curls of its hair within it,
Holds a loving thing and if lost I could not bear it
This little rock is like a small token
Because of a friendship that will never be broken
This little rock is the sea breeze
That blew across the ocean onto the trees
The day that we cherished was at the gloomy shore
But why here, why after its cruel war
With the ocean and with the sea?
But after that why come to me?
Did someone out there want it gone?
From the deep blue sea, from the great beyond
If this token was my treasure
I will keep it with me, with pleasure
For those long years it travelled the ocean floor
It will stay with the coastline forevermore