I was raised, and still live, on 30 acres outside Salem, OR. My father was a well known regional artist. I paint with words rather than a brush. Nature is wha
As a child I spent a lot of time by the creek. The stones under the water rippled. This song evokes that memory as well as provides a simile for life. We are offered choices. Experience and reflection allows us to make the best decision for us.
Lyrics
Three Small Stones By Lisa Lee, 1991
Three small stones laying in the water.
Three small stones only inches deep.
One was rough and jagged,
another smoothly shone,
the last reflected sunlight with a character of it's own.
Oh, to be a pebble, shining in the sun!
Through dappled brook I reached
and picked up only one.
Three small words said with tender feeling.
Three small words heard with different meaning.
One meant them forever, another just for now.
One forgets it quickly, others don't know how.
Oh, to be a pebble, shining in the sun -
and with the water's washing
a new start has begun.
