Once there was a pebble
                     floating within
            nothingness...

Dew collected upon it,
            lingering for infinite
                             moments.

Upon this pebble did things
                                  grow,
Coming and going in tides..

We cling, wishing to evaporate
                                  in to the stars,
can we skip on pebbles?

Or will our own,
                      reflections drown us.
being just a static echo on a pebble of dew.