Water flowing,
Flowing, year on year,
As earth her errands keeps;
Water flowing,
Flowing every day,
The woken one still sleeps.
Engine turning,
Turning, year on year,
The busy bees in hives;
Engine turning,
Turning every day,
For all the nameless lives
That populate the spinning orb
That circles round a fading star,
Who go where water carries them
Inside illusions like
A mason jar
To share is human:
