I
Tell me, how does the plant break rocks,
when it bows to the of the breeze?
Why is the sound of water tripping over itself
trying to sooth and put my mind at ease?
When is the sky going reveal itself
Behind the clouds that tease?
Where can one find their souls
that constantly with emotions seize?
II
Tell me, how does trust and close their eyes,
In the silent darkness?
Why does the sunlight show the path,
and then threaten blindness?
When is the earth going to fall
From its dizziness?
Where does the moon hide
its scarred hideousness?
III
Tell me, how were we made,
Of ash and dust and shadows?
Why do we wade through life,
But pretend to wallow?
When were we made,
to count our pleasure and sorrows?
Where is our soul
And from who do we borrow?
IV
Tell me, how did we forget,
what we are when we have enough?
Why did we ever mistreat her,
If she was never bound from her handcuffs?
When our hearts are beating,
Why do we make little hands rough?
Where we fear for our lives,
Why do we still fight tough?