Ingrids Sinngedicht

The price

Walking by the foreshores land

I found a stone all smooth and round,

It felt so good within my hand

It spoke, jet never made a sound,

Human do you understand

How I became to be?

A pleasant object in you hand

Then understand and see,

How waves have tossed me too and fro

Through endless night and day,

I did not hide beyond  the tide

When it was time to pay.

For rock or human soul alike

The process is the same,

Would’s thou be perfect, win the price,

Then your’s needs be the pain.

                                                                                   Ingrid Skibbe