Ledge of Stone

I sat upon the cool stone
Looking out over the quarry of rocks
Overgrow with vibrant life and beauty
Amongst the cool hard rocks.
Dragon flies fluttered as ants crawled
While flowers in bloom gave their call
And sung to me, in time with the wind
A rhythm began, as I listened
And patted out to warm the stone
With my bare hands, the one I sat on.
A song was all, thoughts flew away
As nature and I, embraced serenity
Till it faded again, into reality
And I lost that grateful clarity.
Amongst the cool hard rocks
Overgrown with vibrant life and beauty
Looking out over the quarry of rocks
I stood to leave the cool stone.