I look into the pool of water,
So still like a mirror.
I toss a pebble into it
And the circles appear,
The larger ones showing the power,
The power of new life,
So strong moving forward,
Into life’s new adventure.
The waves get smaller as life continues,
Continues into childhood,
Where new things of wonder assail us,
These things that are all new to us.
As we move forward in learning
The waves become gentle
And our lives become stable.
Flowing through adulthood
Those new things becoming rarer,
Until the waves can be barely seen,
And nothing new comes into our lives,
We have seen it all before.
Then comes the time
When the circles stop,
And life is only a memory,
A memory of circles in the pool,
Circles in the pool of water.