A Poem

 I am a rock

Kids play with me 

Adults use me for tools

People use me for structures 

I am a pebble

I Fly in the wind 

I swim in the sea

There are many copies of me 

I am a grain of sand 

I originate from the land

I have been around for many years

I have no eyes i have no ears 

I am broken down

I am dust in the wind

I land on your shelf or in the bin

I am waiting to start anew