In looking through time we see the pebble of consequence

Rippled through all the universe in its muted evidence

Too often felt like a fork in the road that might confuse

In the choice of two more paths on which we might lose

All of our ways of certainty if we seek more than probability

But, then why hamper ourselves in our capability

One way or another, we have little choice but to act

Knowing full well that regardless of choice there’ll be impact

It’s the little things of unintentional confluence

That often have the best and strongest influence

All the most vibrant colors, sights, smells and sounds

That like cosmic dogs leave us chasing our tales around

The pond that is humanity calls us toward a better life

More toward peace and away from the things that cause strife