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"A Ripple In The Water"
I took a walk in morning's light. The freshness in Spring's air!
A quiet path. My thoughts were clear. I spied an old man fair.
Bent stature there. Ashore a beach. With shovel and pick a fly.
His life near spent. Yet on he went. A purpose, to not die.
I shook his hand and smiled. Blue eyes, they were so kind.
He offered me some water. A friendship would abide.
He gifted me a golden stone. And placed it in my hand.
It must have come from deep within. His land of endless sands.
I gazed upon this piece of rock. Time had weathered smooth.
I felt it's texture all refined. And marveled how it soothed.
Amazing colors spoke to me. The history rich I grasped.
Gems of worth lay hidden there. With lessons from the past.
The legacy of wisdom. Which wealth could never buy.
Was freely shared in moments spoke. A witness to mind's eyes.
The elder suggested softly. That I throw it in the lake.
I questioned, "Why?" Respect complied. My treasure, it would take!
I watched and stared intently. As the ripples they spread out!
I felt my heart then skip a beat. The conflict was about.
The old man whispered softly then, "Are you richer now my friend?"
With puzzled look. Confused I was. His riddle did not end.
"Each kind act, and sacrifice! On earth we live to share!
Will live forever in memories! In those we choose to heir."
"Hidden flowers buried deep! They help no one but us!
Yet when they then! Are given free! The blossoms are robust!"
My friend, he then embraced me. And we parted with a tear.
A peace then came. Engulfed my soul. A light drew ever near.
The ripples of love that spread out. From a treasure that seems lost.
Will make one much, a richer man. The gain is worth the cost.
Earthly treasures sought in life. Will never cross the veil.
But love that one would freely give. Will never cease, nor fail!
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