I threw a stone (For want of a moment v2)
I threw a stone into the sea from a lonely shore,
it vanished into a wave, so quick and yet I saw,
the offering that I gave
in it’s foam fleck grave.
What twists, turns and calculus had I set to task,
by my innocent throw, when folk “why me” ask
should I say “I know,
you reap what I sow”.
I planted a rosebush in the soil of a lonely field
all changed course, yet no secrets would it yield.
If I am the source,
I feel no remorse.