With the fall of water
From summer's first storm From the bosom of the Mother Who forever remains fertile Is birthed life within life For the Earth to grow old Did you see the sun rise With the water come too? What was the mighty power That brought two into one? Where were the wondrous wings That fled straight from the mud? Seeking the free fall These drops come from the void Giving up the hidden choice For the moment of their release? Why wish the drop at all To ever let it go? What must have been the roar Inside this floating faith The drops become the man As if their hands could hold the air Breaking brinks the Gods had blessed As the way into the world For what really isthe heart But a vessel to be filled To give to flowing veins Receiving and releasing The love that came to beat With the fall of water
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