The Opinion Of A Stone Poem by Kebe Iwara

The wind blows its turbulent gale
and tells of a mad, mad
tale.
The stream nips and loops into rocks
and empties into the ocean with its flux.
And anytime she comes, the moon
inquires how i
managed the noon.
And the sun at times will smile, at times fume.
at times leave to me his feelings to assume.
The tree that bears and the one that flowers
borrows a leaf that is ours.
So many others i always see
that behave like humans, like me
and think the way i do;
certifying their tale of life true.
But a stone, i looked at a stone
and it said, 'i couldnt tell what i had not known'.