A stone disturbs the tranquil glass,
Its arc a silent, fated flight.
We trace its path as moments pass,
Then lose it to the depths of night.
Our gaze remains upon the fall,
Entranced by gravity's command,
Yet miss the rings that rise and sprawl,
Reshaping stillness as they expand.
We mourn the plunge, forget the stir,
The subtle change, the silent wake.
Yet every tremor speaks of her,
The impact no descent can take.
Control eludes the downward pace,
But not the water we embrace.
The way we land, the waves we leave,
These shape the lives that bear our trace.
So fix your heart on what remains,
Not on the fall you cannot guide.
Endure descent with measured grace,
And let your ripples turn the tide.