Tennis Ball

The ball once bought

In a nice sports store

Opened sometime

And hit to the floor

In the bushes

A boy picked it up

Gave it to his dog

His dog just a pup

Played for a day

Eventually lost

The ball far from home

Now without a cost

The seasons passed by

Spring into summer

The rain stormed down

Roar went the thunder

The wind it chilled

And the rain froze

Snow fell down

The ball three feet below

The skiers came

They did their sports

The season ending

No more snow forts

The yellow exposed

Under the last bit of ice

And once again found

By a boy, small and nice

Thrown like a snowball

Missed his dad by a hair

Rolled into a puddle

Maybe not found till next year

Now who possibly knows

The future of this ball

I made up the past

I only saw the fall

Could be used for tennis

What it was made for

But maybe a dog toy

Or thrown to the sea floor

Someday the ball could decay

Or it could be in a case

A prize winner ball

Or thrown in a face

The ball could cause blood

Or shouts of pure joy

Could be just worthless

For not a dog nor a boy

The ball has a destiny

It won't just sit in the mud

Could it ever make a difference?

Some say it could

Right?