Barely a ripple.
Smooth to the touch.
Overlooked for its plainness;
held in one’s clutch.
Released in a moment,
with just enough spin;
skimming the surface,
its return seems grim.
Calm gives way.
Tumultuous spray.
Perpetual tumbling
abated at the break of day.
Beseeching of each passerby;
lustrous as a precious gem.
Simplistic form of nature,
once more chosen to be skipped again.
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