Such a stone
Would be thought
Of little value.
Not a possession-
No monetary worth.
But those who knew
What I do
Know that I
Believe in its resource.
A channel to the force
In a mere pebble;
Now a gift from I to you.
I can see it in your eyes,
You're already disappointed
As a boy barely turned thirteen.
It's just a rock
That's warm in your hand
But it's a gift from you to me.
