The Memory of Stones

Imagine what the stones could tell
If we could learn their tongue:
A tale of times and ages past
When all the world was young;
The story of creation
In the journey of a rock,
From seabed up to mountaintop
To quarried building block.
Imagine all the lives they’ve seen
And kingdoms rise and fold.
All history’s great mysteries
Are secrets that they hold.
But, though their memory is sure,
The past remains unknown,
So I will sit in silent awe
And wonder at the stone.