A boulder, black granite, love oozes  in its core,
but none would believe the truth, it slept,
hearing the foot steps of passing millinnia,
birds and butterflies on their journey
took it as a shelter and sat in its shade,
beasts sometimes, sharpened their claws on its corners,
big cats bit it, in a bid to make it submit and surrender,
warriors in their frenzy to eliminate enemies
sharpened their war axes and swords on it.

None saw love pulsating inside,  even without a heart,
or asked it how it felt, when treated
like just a stone without future.
It had love in many depths, it never regretted,
being a stone, formed with  ingrained lack of love,
the journey became tough, as it just began.

It needed to bear it, make the dark core melt by its
acquired sensitivity,  through experiences-
it comes across; every bird, bee and butterfly was its teacher,
in its longing to break in to grains of sand and fertile earth
begin a new cycle, that'll take many millenniums.

One day a blue bird sat on its shade
looked at it as if it heard something and asked"Are you listening?"
heart of the stone was overwhelmed, "My dear we were soul mates,
I never could imagine, you 'd come searching for me-
in my cursed state.Sing, so that your song could melt me to life"
And she sang about billowing clouds and copious rains,
love, its magic and songs frozen in stones.

The stone melted when love poured over it,
it was a new beginning; stone to fertile earth.