Turns to stone
Kind words, warm winds,
Bare bones
The air of permanence bends
The cactus needles
The cactus needles
Its advice hasn't changed
In billions of years
Perhaps because we don't yet know
How to hear it
So it changes for us,
New mists, new tones,
That will all inevitably
Turn to stone
For we are the one
Who will go on
To greener mountains,
Limitless ocean
Chasing the song
We haven't heard before
Every song, like the desert's,
Is familiar
Yet the melody
Haunts us in place
