The Cold Stone

Up the hill, behind the tree, a cold and lonely stone.

Felt the warmth when the sun shone

Glowed remarkably with a gesture

Nudging the whole of green pasture

It came in the blink of an eye

A moment's ecstasy, a year's fallacy,

The gesture that melted the ice within

Disappeared before being seen.

The cold and lonely stone, lay there in wait

For the warmth that it longed to embrace

To defy the the ice, to melt the heart,

For the sun to shine on it always