FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

a rolling stone catches no moss,
the intelligent moss, the scheming ones,
shall catch the stone, dress it up,
make it feel cool, drench its body
with sprinkles of dew,
hoping to soften it a bit,

but as you must know, and
do not oppose this tradition,
and by all means must all
disappoint you, the kindness of
the moss sums up to nothing,
a stone is a stone
and will always be a stone
numb, dumb, and despite
everything
will never know how to hum.