vital
The water's flowing.
It seems to be flowing all the time.
It is sceptic weather it ever goes somewhere,
Weather it ever joins anything,
Weather it quenchs any thirst,
Weather any land ever flowers with it.
A single tree streching towards the sky
And the water passes the same old path,
Every second,
Flowing forever.
It seems to be flowing all the time.
It is sceptic weather it ever goes somewhere,
Weather it ever joins anything,
Weather it quenchs any thirst,
Weather any land ever flowers with it.
A single tree streching towards the sky
And the water passes the same old path,
Every second,
Flowing forever.