Childhood

As the water slowly rushes down the cliff like
Blood of the Earth we all sit and marvel at the
Spectacle, but for one instance did we see
Ourself in the raging rapids? The water is me,
It is you, it is us, but alas we will never know the
Blood, the Earth, so we kiss the meaning goodbye
As it gets lost in the mist like our memories
Get lost in tears...