Alone he is, it all glitters
Who doubts, except unborn
Likewise, it is too alone
With no clothes worn
Only one thing matters
Alone he is on the stone

Said it that brightens it
To generate and make green
Everything that bumps into it
So as to dye our teen
Dyed inhabitants upgrow
To the end their lives row

All this happens under its nose
Still lonely, though teen passes by
Its light gives off rose
Which in turns make teen grows up
That is the secret, cycle of it
Alone, the stone'll 'ver been lit.