Inhuman Stone

In the dusty, arid plane
There sits a stone
To few it's known
And so the stone shall remain
Of the world it's unaware
It budges not
Though cold or hot
Nothing breaks its empty stare
To snow it stands indifferent
The rain may kiss
The wind carress
Birds and bees have no effect
It will not yeild, shatter or crack
Inhuman stone
Which stands alone
Feeling only what it lacks