Abroad

 On a rock they clung,

Is how this tale is sung;

For greed and sun,

Was their only fun.

For many aren't pure of heart,

In the start,

And in discussions,

There begin many repercussions.

Then they learn,

For a rock holds not so much energy as love,

So they don't shove no more;

For perhaps they saw,

Just a little bit more,

Of what they were looking for.