Gentle, gentle and smooth,
pebbles upon a beach,
cold and shiny, worn by time,
pebbles of all colours,
beautiful colours underneath my feet,
medium sized pebbles,
pebbles flying through the air,
flung from my hand, so, far from me,
pebbles skipping across the sea,
ripples upon it, under the blue sky,
where the sunlight comes down,
and shines so gloriously upon me,
oh, what beauty there is in tranquillity,
and what pleasure there is,
what pleasure there is in skipping stones across the sea.