Ripples of Memory

like a stone thrown to the silent pond forever gone it seems but in it's wake it then creates a rippled memory This mortal life on earth is short we're born we live we die we are the shooting star that briefly crossed the nighttime sky and with each life impressions leave on every path thus crossed they loved and warmly hugged our hearts they're gone and now we're lost but like the mossy stone arest the bottom of the pond although to us our eyes not see their memory ripples on