I skip along the stretch of beach and step upon a stone,
I pick it up, skip it on the tousled waters –
I’m most together when I’m alone.
Turning over weathered clam shell fragments,
Never know what I’ll find –
Maybe someday I’ll find a treasure
And be worthy to call it all mine.
Deep periwinkle, royal purple –
Whatever be the hue,
It’s not the amount, but the intensity
That lends its value.
Quality over quantity –
I think that’s my favorite rule;
Is not a job for any fool.