A poem - a pebbleI

Today was the concluding day of a leadership training program. In the parting session, we were asked to write a poem on an object in nature. We were told later on that the object represents 'I'. So I came up with this in the next 10 mins. Here goes...

Roundish, brownish, dusty, free

Lying alone with more like me

I feel the feel of a childish palm

Plop! into a lake quite calm

I make the ripples all around

And shine, squeak, clean and brown

Reddish, brownish, dusty, free

Staring beneath a mighty tree

That hands that pick me and four

I bump against my fellows more

Up I fly, she catches me,

Down I'm put, all but three

Roundish, brownish, dusty, free

Below a foot make sounds eerie

The pebbles all around like me

Rubbing against me and see

Into a bottle, there I go

All ready to see, the world at show