Pebbles in between the toes of trees
Boulders standing aeons beyond memory
Moses gathered on the future sand
Drip all your thoughts of man
Crystalised your minds maps
Silicon only takes short naps
Beech whisper sun and sand
Little creations seek to find caves
Staying among crystals older than any land
The entropy of existing is nothing to a rock
It will always be, and again
Until all the stars are gone
Then begin only then to feel an eternal friend
