The water in the lake glows like crystals.
I toss a pebble to create the ripples,
And see them shoot out just like pistols.
They soon are gone and have disappeared,
Floating to the bottom where the coast is clear,
Where only the rocks and fish can see their face.
They move down the lake,
And form into a stream.
They connect with the waves,
And unite with the current.
Running without feet,
Swimming without eyes,
The sight and memory of
This beautiful creation never dies.
Without thinking and knowing
The path that lies ahead,
They go down a steep waterfall,
Like sheep they go where they are led.
They tumble down the waterfall,
And plummet into what awaits,
From there they travel for miles and miles.
Just look at what one pebble creates.
They continue to float to
This unknown place.
All they know is that they will be there soon.
They finally reach their destination,
This new lake they call home.
Soon another person will see this sight,
A beautiful lake under the stars at night,
And will throw in a pebble,
Then this incredible journey starts again.