Why God created this pebble
So smooth so small shapely thigh
Warm to my touch warmth by sunlight
And clips it with my thumb and forefinger
Flings it as hard as I could then pick another
A one thinner rounder than the one before
Skips hops and sinks not seen any more
It causes ripples as it skips and hops
The surface of the water then it drops
Silently unhurried calmly into the deep
Somewhere in the pool together they sleep
And searching for the right pebble
Is like searching for someone special
Nice looking good to hold in a certain way
But as soon as I found one I throw it away
Why did God created these pebbles
To see them skip and hop and make ripples
Seeing me having such joy of a simple action
Or to see a boy in me reliving a passion