Magic worlds of rock and gold, 
Concealed within this stone, 
Enchanted moss and grass upon, 
The face’s eager tone, 

For hidden is the magical, 
Revealed in plainest sight, 
Yet only seers know the way, 
When cells take inner flight, 

For shine do stones of iron, 
With their core revealed inside, 
When all the senses unify, 
The hidden does not hide, 

These rocks are loving inner beings, 
Assisting all to see, 
That flight within and flight without, 
Occurs in unity.