“Why is it that a bucket of water soon becomes putrid, but frozen remains sweet forever? It is commonly said…
She sang to me the other day,A song so sweet and true.And I sang back, I let her knowThat I was bringing you.
Any minute puncture thisdebuting day of soft belovedlilyings shared in later hour.
Human homes for thirstlessgrasses welcome, dew andfootweight, farsight sky.