(I imagined that I gave you) A Gift

I found a Stone and gave it to you

‘A STONE? I’m young and I’m free
The things that stones can’t buy
they’re the things for me’

‘The Stone is like a hard seed
A link with when it was mud’


‘Look, the mud was made by leaves
Autumns when we were yet to be
When there wasn’t an “Idea” to be seen
Now that’s what I call young and free

‘There was just the sound of wind
And the warmth of passing beasts
And they fell
to have all the life
out of them
But with this seed you can see . . .’

‘You can see?’

‘For Millions and Millions of years’

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