Ever still the billabong
As tranquill grasses move~
Seed falls from overhanging tree
In still water rings spread in circled groove~
Wider and yet wider still
A small duck has seen it all before~
As ripples travel out of sight
Till they don't exist there anymore~
No body will ever know on earth
That this seed in billabong it fell~
Forgotten soon under palest daytime moon
Those that saw it forgot as well~
Just a smallest frame of happening
In a second in a day~
Away out back in a billabong
But nature it will have its way~
So many of earths smallest things
Go un noticed in our time~
But to me this was as important as
And I felt should be put to rhyme~
All the tiny smallest little things
That happen every day~
Are to me as important as
Anything on earth that might occur here come what may~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007