Alone I stand on a mountain top.
Once in a while I look down.
I think to myself what a drop.
I've looked all around now.
Not sure if I've heard a sound.
So my eyes dart all around.
I see shades come and go.
Every now and then I like to see a show.
Siuncing once again something is near.
I can tell it is nothing to fear.
Not wanting to be alone.
What's that? A rock doesn't groan.
Now I see it is you my friend.
are you in need of something I can lend?
If not why are you here?
it's the noices that I hear.
Where did you go? you there?
How can I grow? What do I share?
