In the earth
are our seeds
We can see them growing
Into something better
By the lake
In its depths
Catching the warmth of the water
Seeking memories
The road is long
But sometimes
A gift
can be poured
on your feet
A long time
since we saw them
Liquorice, I swear,
Made me feel ill
On the left
the waves were white
And your face was a picture
of being something better
The road is long
But sometimes
A gift
can be poured
on your feet
In the earth
Are our forefathers and fathers
What can we learn
to make us something better
Every day
they change us
Water on dry lips
That never give up
The road is long
But, there's no blame
Take this gift
On your toes.