Incredibly distant, like a stone under rushing water.
Something as subtle as that disappears over time.
Unable to speak, to share it's pain.
It waits for the opportunity of an outlet,
a soft hand of a curious mind.
It waits for its change,
throughout time, nature makes it a new specimen.
It waits for its demise,
though it changes throughout the course of the future,
it's death as a being is in the sense that change has made it different.
But through the time, the reflection, the passing,
the stone dares to dream.