If you hold a blue rock to your ear
you will hear the ancient river
that kept it as its heart.
The dry wind that used it for its tongue,
and the earth that promised it a mouth of fire.

A speckled rock is from the dream
of a galloping appaloosa.
The herd sings its Ceremony of Grass
and their dream-Stones fly from their hooves
into the spattered sky.

A black rock has the Bear's spirit caught
in its last sleep. The song circles the stone,
giving it the illusion of fur.

All yellow rocks keep the secret of Owls,
All green rocks are the breaths of plants
singing in nightly joy.

A red fist-sized rock is two lovers
as their bodies sing on the grass.

A gray stone naturally honors our ancestors.
It is a word from the common language of the dead.

Keep the rocks.
Someday you will understand.
Rocks do not sing alone.

Author Unknown
(unless we count Creator!!)