I heard the pebble fall from the rocks, It splashed into the water, The ripples guided by a dream that once was,

The pebble rests at the bottom of the river now, It sits there quietly as the water washes by, The sun shining overhead with the moon to keep in company,

It was all like a dream... The waters soon settled down and the air lay still again, The ground soft with ashes and the wind blowing them up into the sky,

The pebble rests there now alone at the bottom of the river, So quiet it all was after the nightmare that just past, The memory still rests inside of me like the pebble in the river,

Chaos and war brought nothing but the ashes and blood on the ground, The ruin cities lay all around as the rivers now tainted flow past, With the sky a dull gray cloud that rarely passes with no shred of light,

The empty glow as the night now nears it final end, Last one to see it the days after the war and everything's dead, Staring up at the sky I wish for a sign of a once good life,

A butterfly flutters past and rests in the palm of my hands, I hold the butterfly carefully not wanting to let it go, Thinking of freedom and of the happiness that once was,

I look up at the river and pebble that rests there, The barren land around me results of the wars from hatred and greed, I wish and hope once more and reliece the butterfly as it flies way,

The ashes fly past me as another stone falls into the river, Rippling the water and breaking it like glass, The stones sit at the bottom of the river in a world where I am alone,

The war was over and all was lost, In the end I let the butterfly go and was left all alone, The war was won but by who you cant tell,

I turn to see the graves of all those lost, I buried them all as the stones are now buried under water, But no ones here to burry I or miss me when I'm gone,

Accept that little butterfly I let live and saved, I lay my head down to sleep once more and the butterfly lands on my hand, The butterfly and I are like the pebbles in the river,

We were last and so different yet the same, The war that was fought by humans for greed and hate and destroyed a world, We only saw that when it was too late,

Laying between the graves and river, The pebbles faded away like dust in the wind, Me and the butterfly die together both are different but the same- Both lives taken by someone else's hate...