A stone sat on a mountainside
A bird flew o'er in its proud glide.
From 'neath its wings the rock, it cried
its joy to see the splendour.
A flitting thing, so light, so free
to move and sing, to carelessly
to here and there aloft to be
its call so soft and tender.
The bird alit nearby with ease
It fluffed its feathers in the breeze
The beauty of the bird did tease
so light and shy and slender.
The stone begged to the empty sky
for strength to voice its heartfelt cry
Or for a moment catch the eye
and bird-song to engender.
And so it was the rock did leap
from gentle bed to empty deep
a touch to know and then to sleep
A moment's love to render.