Stone. . .

Stone, is the only thing
That would not be moved by you,
Because men stop and catch their breath
When you walk into the room,

Stone, is the only thing
That would not be moved by you,
Because even flowers in the dead of winter
Strain, to give scent for you and bloom,

Stone, is the only thing
That would not be moved by you,
For, the hearts of men are touched and moved
By the simplest thing you do,

Stone, is the only thing
That would not be moved by you,
Because wounded hearts retain their hope
When they catch a glimsp of you,

Stone, is the only thing
That would not be moved by you,
Your smile changes my dead gray skies
Into living vaults of blue...

...Samishii Suzume~...

David Humphrey