Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Orange Sea Glass

I am a piece of orange sea glass,

A hundred years been in the sea,

Being in the rarest find class,

Lucky the finder who finds me.

I started as a broken shard

From an orange vase upon a ship

Tossed overboard and landed hard.

Since then, been in an ocean dip,

Underwater, tumbled and ground.

All of my sharp edges I lost,

And I turned into smoothly round,

Still orange, but in a pitted frost.

One day I'll roll onto a beach.

Perhaps for me, your hand will reach.