Drop a stone into the sea,
	It sinks.
Sooner you drop it, deeper
	It sinks.

Times, a stone sinks so deep
	It settles.
Upon the sea bed 
	It settles.

Look back_down through
	Layers of light,
Down to the mottled mosaic,
	The pebbled bed.

You can’t find the stone.
	It’s become
Part of the mosaic,
	Part of the sea itself.

//Khalil Gibran//