Neigh i hear a gentle roar,
As waves crash against the shore,
Momentarily i hear the cries,
Of tiny pebbles washed away,
To a mass of endless water,
It is their place, it is their shelter,
The only home they've ever known ,
Far away from lifes constant drone,
Slowly moulded shaped by time,
As smooth as silk, a constant shine,
Now the fade away from view,
Settling down to start anew,
Until the time we meet again,
Rest in peace once more my friends.
How about Erosion of Time Can Never Wear Away True Beauty, it's true whether a boulder to rock to pebble or whether a person to elder,the persona within remains