Small Trinket

It stood there in the meadow,
Glaring at the grass and overturned rock.
Its life was not known to many,
but it continued to prance happily down the beaten path.
Many times were its brothers and sisters slain,
Yet it only knew peace and forgiveness.

It liked to nibble on the heads of the daffodil,
and take sips from the gentle brook.
Though its life would never be more than a dream
Its presence would be everlasting.
Like the ancestors before it,
the small creature danced to the edge of the world,
and jumped into the sky to be with the stars;
Making sure to leave a small trinket behind.