Ripples in a pond

The other day I was at a pondâ?¦

Sitting by myself

In one hand a netâ?¦

In the other a jarâ?¦

I saw you in the distance,

Getting closer and closer.

We hung out for a bit,

Then began to talk

Nothing much

Nothing deep

Just a little chat

And a quiet silence following after that

You bent down

And picked up a small rock,

Twisted you arm and tossed it into the pond.

It skipped with two little jumps.

The ripples around where the rock skipped,

Were so beautiful and perfect,

Almost as if an artist just drew two circles

Two wonderful little rings

I look at the rock as if it were a person,

Trying to stay afloat

Leaving ripples of thoughts behind them,

Then disappearing like a sunken boat

The ripples and thoughts soon go away

And you forget where you skipped it.

The person becomes forgotten

Almost like no one misses them.

It\'s weird how Mother Nature works

How it functions and what not.

If I only had the power she had

No person would ever become that small little rock, who soon becomes forgotten