A pebble-
so small, and smooth
A product of the tumbling water and the majestic Earth
A river-
Made of individual droplets
Formed, banded together to produce:
An unstoppable force
Made out of the softness of the moon
The hardness of the sun
And the mystical spirit which entwines us all
The pebble
Since washed up, forgotten
Gets placed in the palm of a child
Skips twice over the ever-moving, yet forever still river
And as its memory ripples outwards,
echoing its last beautiful sigh
before plunging back within the heart of Nature
The Child-
Hearing the sigh of inexpressible emotion
Which merely floats by the unconnected
Picks up another
And starts the journey
Once more
Into the simplicity
and the complexity
of eternal essence
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