The road was dark, and the heat arose A car passed by, a tree who stood to pose. But what happens when no one is watching and still things become living?

Would the trees do dances, and play with the water? Would the stones play hide and go seek with their son and daughter? Or would they all wait till the world is asleep, And sleep with them?

Or would they roam around the earth, in search of more And live in small, unknown houses, with floors of stone and a wood door? And when a living comes in a walking, What would they do?

No, I think that they must stay where they are, they must. And sit and watch the world go around, and collect dust. But maybe, they have eyes, and they can see you and me. Or maybe not...

But have you thought, for one moment, that they have minds? And they can listen and talk, and they can learn and find. Not many think this way, because they wish not to. Because, who would believe a stone could talk?

No, no one would believe that. What a silly thought! How obscure that a toy could talk, a toy you bought? That is so silly....It is such an ugly thought... I think...