Black stone

The birds may chirp

The angels may sing

The chorus rejoices

And the church bells ring

The seasons change

The earth still spins

Soft dirt around us

Skull split in a grin

Black stone above us

Waiting to fall

Our destiny awaits

No way to stall

We live, we breathe

We laugh, we play

The black stone still hovers

Waiting for its day

The ground is soft

Our natural bed

Circling around us

Black stone at the head.