by Nick Gisburne
A prehistoric riddle paints the rock
Equations, calculations, formulae
But none can find the secret to unlock
The truth of what their senses try to see
A scientist could easily explain
The wisdom of the ancients, written here
The theory, a simple task to train
Needs only understanding to be clear
But where to find a scholar who could teach?
Without its key, the door to light is locked
Illumination lies beyond all reach
The passage to the past forever blocked
The stone could build the future of the Earth
But ignorance, and time, destroys its worth
