Philosophy Stone

Wind whistles gently among boughs of a willow Child dreams while sleeping on a pillow Through the field of lovely marigold the stream will flow On the sea storm causes a billow Spring’s eyes green as the sea of grass The beauty of field flowers few things surpass But what is in the center of the field belongs to its own class Standing tall for period of many grains falling through hourglass as time would pass For in the center of this eerie field there is circle of stone It is from the day’s long time gone Some pieces are made from moonstone And there is an entrance to a tunnel underneath the keystone At the end of the tunnel there is philosopher’s stone A huge blue gemstone That is universes birthstone Primordial power of divine question and answer supernatural stone