Picture courtesy of Flkr.com Verse by DreamweaverNZ From snow capped mountain tops, From 'neath glaciers centuries deep, Downward, ever downward, to its bed The roughest pebble creeps. Moon rises, and sun sets The years, they come, they go The rough cut pebble slithers on To the valley, far below. Hitches a ride on Red Deer hoof, Saves a year, and half a mile. Snagged behind a Birch tree root The journey ceases, for a while. Torrential rain the saviour be And loosens the ground around Set free from Birch tree root And over and over, tumbles down. Rest at last, albeit, temporarily, Along side clear babbling brook Pebble's washed and cleaned No trace of the journey took. Seasons come and seasons go Rough edges, the brook removes Summer sun and winter snow The pebble soon becomes smooth. And so through life's journey Man takes the smooth and rough Until he reaches Heaven's door And cries, enough! enough! And there he lays down his soul At the Master's river edge To be cleansed of all trangressions To Heaven admitted, free of sin.