Creek Stone
I traveled up a mountain to a
hundred year old tree. And
underneath the shade was a grave
right next to me. A creek stone for a
marker, with no mention of a name.
I stayed awhile with the stranger
but I couldn't make a change.
So I traveled with my thoughts.could he see me if he tried?
could he see my future tombstone?
would he know me when I died?
There's more people in this world,
than I will ever know. So just give
me a creek stone when it's time for
me to go. And traveling off the
mountain, I felt I made a friend, but it
was just an old grave with a creek stone
at one end. there is a creek stone for a
marker. Still on a grave without a name.
But does it really matter dust to dust we die the same