The Stone (Bram Vermeulen) I moved a stone in a river on earth the water runs different from before you cannot hold the river's flow its water will always find a way maybe once filled with snow and rain the river will take along my pebble to leave him smooth and round worn resting in the lee of the sea I moved a stone in a river on earth now I know I will never be forgotten I gave a prove of my existence because by moving this one stone the stream will never take the same way xF