The day was young,
A bright sky shown.
By river's edge
There lay a stone
Which listened to
Soft rapid's drone
And wind's delightful
Monotone.
And all around
Lay nature's own,
Too soon disturbed
By harsh man's tone.
He swiftly came
Upon such stone,
'Twas touched by flesh
And cruelly thrown.

The stone flew true.
Its bold, smooth crest
Pleased thrower well,
Pride swelled his chest.
At last, arm's dance
Had tired guest
And so he left
There, unimpressed.
Alone, it fell
With tragic zest
To timely meet
Sweet blue's caress.
And there was where
It lay to rest:
In waters deep,
In waters blessed.