If the rocks could talk,
what might they say?
Would they tell tales of ducks and geese flying over the lake at sunset,
or of the waves crashing upon the shore at sunrise,
would there be tales of the golden sunset,
and the rising of the moon over the forest?
If the rocks could talk what might they say?
Would they talk to us about fish leaping from the lake,
or of dragon flies flitting by in the cheery warmth of day,
or of butterflies floating amongst the flowers upon a spring day?
I wonder what they might say,what tall tales they might impart,
maybe they'd tell of the the waving of the grass on a windy day,
or of the cool colors of the trees on an autumn day,
and of birds singing and crickets chirping they might tell.
Oh how I sit and wonder what those stony rocks might say if they could only talk to me.