The stones cry out

No, no do not please destroy
the ground the soil
The rocks cry out
In secret voice a shout
No no a simple truth
You should have learnt in youth
That the world is a living wonder
That the sky speaks with thunder
The sun for light the moon in sight
The day is warm the heat a bite
Till all are called by their own name
Till then the Sender and the Came
For all is all, a never diminishing number
For the time will come to remember
Your few your due Just as dew as
settles on each leaf
Yours comes as a gift from nadir
For cost is settled by the will
The greater will of God
For the rocks and the sod