The Pepple

A wind blew, carrying a stone in the air
That sand it landed on felt so warm inviting
That pebble looked up in the air
Oh how the sun was warm but what was this 
That sound of thunder , roaring from afar 
It made the pebble tremble 

Soon that wave hit it , ever so tender
Making the pebble tremble 
Those movements of water surrounding 
Washing and lathering the stone 
Round and round and up and down 
The pebble trembled and quivered.

As the water flowed faster 
It shifted that stone 
While on its sandy throne all alone
Swirls of pleasure it felt for the pebble 
And yet it came to a stop 
The pebble just lay there all wet and confused
But in the distance the roar was heard.