Little Big Planet--a Poem by Skylar

A pebble is like a human.
It has a world.
It has a life.
And it has a goal.

It's almost like a sailboat.
It moves swiftly and calmly every time
a gentle breeze comes
to pick it up,
and help it
on its journey
to the unknown.

Its life is like a sad paradise.
It has everything it wants
except a companion
and a longing for a purpose.

A pebble's ancestor was probably a rock.
And the rock's ancestor was a boulder.
If you stare at it long enough
it seems now that it has no life
but it seems so real.
It's indestructible but so fragile
and delicate at the same time.

Pebble.