Seasons come and seasons go
Vallies coated white with snow
Rivers flood
Winds will blow

A stone won't notice.

Creatures rattle in the mist
Life withers with a hiss
What once was vibrant
No longer exists

A stone won't notice.

You may scream and you may cry
Or beg for comfort with a sigh
You lay before me
Slowly, miserably die

A stone won't notice.