This is a poem that I wrote for and gifted to my father, while he was still alive. He died from his third cancer in 1998. The color of the pebble is a reference both to my father’s eyes and to the Earth. A bluish-green pebble bemoaning its being, and wondering whether ‘twas doing its Doings, regarded the heavens and prayed with what power a bluish-green pebble may manage to muster. The Sun from his glory regarded the pebble and lighted upon it: Oh, bluish-green pebble, in giving the given you’re doing your Doings, reflecting my light by a bluish-green given. The bluish-green pebble regarded the river which carried it closer the goal of its going, and wondered the reason; so, turning toward heaven, the bluish-green pebble repeated its wonders. The Sun softly smiled, regarding the pebble, remarking its roundness and sensing its smoothness: Oh, bluish-green pebble, the river’s a wonder you’ll understand flows for a bluish-green reason. Thanks for reading! You might also like “ Light.”