Woke up to a sleepy breeze
Tangled hair and quiet knees
Toast pops up, I miss the sound
But I’m smiling, looking ‘round
No gold star, no parade
Still I like the way it’s made
Pebble days, small and sweet
Tucked beneath my moving feet
Not too shiny, not too loud
But they build a life I’m proud
Pebble days, smooth and real
Moments only I can feel
Stack them high, one by one
Little joys that weigh a ton
Spilled some tea, then laughed alone
Played a verse I’d half outgrown
Nothing big, and nothing grand
Just the day that holds my hand
No gold star, no parade
Still I like the way it’s made
Pebble days, small and sweet
Tucked beneath my moving feet
Not too shiny, not too loud
But they build a life I’m proud
Pebble days, smooth and real
Moments only I can feel
Stack them high, one by one
Little joys that weigh a ton
Let the world run where it must
I’ll collect the calm and trust
Not the mountain, not the sea
Just a pocket full of me
Pebble days, soft and round
Hold me gently to the ground
They don’t sparkle, they don’t shout
But they know what I’m about
Pebble days, quiet gold
Never young and never old
Just enough to feel alive
Pebble days, they help me thrive