Little pebble, sparkling with flecks of quartz, 
unique among unique peers, tumbles 
free in the riverbed. Until a filthy hand 
reaches down, plucks her, dries her out, 
rolls her 'round and 'round in preluded dust. 
So contaminated, she must drown under 
a mechanical Cascade, rest inside 
glass panes, a still pond, without peer 
upon an outcrop so high away from 
her nature. One day will return 
when rain falls inside brick walls, 
deluging airborne dust to lost swamp mud.