Stone

Somebody left a mirror in the forest
By the side of the path,
And by the side of a stone
And people who passed
We’re attracted by the glimmering light
And came and sat on the stone and watched

Days, months and years passed
Over the mirror, and stone
And people gradually stopped
Noticing light, and rarely came
To sit on the stone

The stone thought it must have been
Getting old because it could hardly see anymore
How it looked in the mirror
But it could still hear and feel
Sound and touch, and the world
Started to look comparatively more sparkling and clear

The stone had turned once again
Outwards
It had no hands, no legs
No big desires and dreams
But it was there ready to help
Weary travelers rest, and regain
Their sense of direction by looking
Outside and not just at a reflection!