A pebble.
Small,
Gray,
Round.
Just merely a pebble.
Routinely stepped on,
Walked over,
Ignored,
Overlooked.
Eroded and worn down.
Merely the size of a penny,
What could it possibly disturb?
Picked up and thrown into the pond by a small boy,
It becomes more than a pebble.
The fish turn their heads as an intruding object disrupts their atmosphere.
The waves from the rippling effect only slightly brush the sea plants back and forth.
A nearby fisherman scorns and furrows his brow as he searches for what has hindered his
potential catch,
His supper.
A child marvels at the way the insignificant stone leaps across the water,
Bouncing with energy and life.
The pebble.
Merely a pebble.
Seen and felt yet overlooked by all.
Worn down and insignificant,
Yet causing a
Disturbance.
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