<u>A Pebble of Perspective</u>


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    Ripples in the pond, just a stone’s throw away,


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    And as the pebble sinks, returns tranquillity.


    Time passes slowly, such a peaceful world beneath.


    We see not the blood, the anguish, the grief.


    As things strive, ‘neath the pool. Too small to matter but to themselves.


    To them our power is beyond comprehension, belief


    Would they call us God if us they could perceive?