Another poem
If this stone could talk it would tell
of it's formation, the heat of magma,
the cooling with time and water,
what it's made from, what it breaks down into,
it's elements. It's journey as a whole
and in part. It's wisdom from those journeys, trials
and tribulations, joys and pains.
What it's seen, or not seen, where it's been,
where it hopes to go.
It is mystery but, all will be reveled, in time.
A human lifetime is but a blip on a stones radar.
Who counts time in eons instead of hours and minutes.
If this stone could talk, perhaps it could teach us forgotten
skills, or provide insite on how to save ourselves, from ourselves.
Perhaps we would listen, if this stone could talk.
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