Can you see the rock ?
The tiny rock,
A minescule fragment of stone.

Can you feel the rock ?
Touch the rock,
Abandoned so far from home ?

Can you understand the rock ?
Comprehend the rock,
Follow the path of its brain ?

Can you envision the years ?
The passing years,
Eroding away in the rain.

Can you accept the fact,
See the act,
Derive meaning that is sound ?

Can you believe the tears ?
The alien fears,
View life from the ground ?

And after all the above,
Hours of love,
Educated to another plane.

Would it hurt you less,
Time to confess,
When stone, that rock remains ?