Why should I not crumble,
Said the sandstone
I am at sixes and sevens,
Truly woebegone!
Can you ask the wind to stop blowing?
Can you ask the river to stop flowing?
Can you ask the rain to stop pattering?
Can you ask the milk to stop spattering?

Can you ask yourself to stop instructing me
And behaving as if you are busier than a bee?
If you do this,
I will try my best
To change from a man of straw
To a man of steel
This truly is my heartfelt appeal
To stop you bossing me around
I again repeat: STOP BOSSING ME AROUND!

Said the sandstone, with a final sigh!
Let me live, or else I’ll cry
I contain light within me like a firefly
After all, everything that crumbles
Is not weak!
There is great strength in being meek.