A rolling stone tumbles,
Sound gone, its path disappears.
No furrowed trail
Remains to mark the journey.

A flat stone thrown
Skips across the still lake
Ripples marking its trail.
Glasslike water returns
To leave no trace.

Bubbles blown
Shine briefly
In the bright sun
Lovely, transient, gone.

An eagle casts a shadow
Upon the mountain side
In a moment’s whisper
No longer there.

The rainbow blooms
After a summer storm
And the afterglow lives
Forever in the heart.
Gone, but never forgotten.