Oh shinning pebble in the river bed
Who is it who shapes thee?
Who is it who polishes your rounded curves!
A silent observer! So
still you seem!
But to the flowing water you smoothly yield
Does the vastness of the river still hold traces of your colour?
Does the freshness of the water still hold the taste of your
mineral breath?
Shaped by the eddies of adversity; but not carried away by
the currents of passion
Still yet changing; silent yet yielding!
Holding on to nothing; but letting all things flow
Oh mighty pebble, shining in the river bed!
Yielding in form; but unyielding in principle!
How mighty is thy endurance!
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