Pebbles

Beneath my feet lay millions of pebbles speckled in gray and off white shades
nested together like pieces of a layered puzzle
settled into the earth and here to stay
black ants, hungry, crawl across them fumbling over the bumpy terrain in search of food
pine straw left over from the winter cover the miniature rocks
tiny sprouts of grass have somehow worked their way through the maze of pebbles
they add a splash of green to the monotonous palate spread out on the ground
sun peeks through the canopy of the pines making some pebbles appear brighter to my eye
while all the rest lay silent under my feet covered in the grayness of the shade