Every river and stream;
Flow like the blood in my veins;
Being the life source;
Of all that we know.

But what will happen?
If one day we cut off the life supply to our hearts;
And the rivers cease to flow;
What are we to do then?

Our eyes will swell with the tears we can never cry;
So hard we can try.

But how, can our rivers flow?
And how, can our scars not show?
The life source we need to survive.
Please return the tears to my eyes.

From this moment on;
What will tomorrow bring?
What else will be gone?
With what we need.

Your guess is as good as mine;
From rain drops to heart beats and voices from the top of the trees.
In danger of burning by fire.
Will the sun rise and set when the moon starts to burn in the sky?
To reflect through our eyes.

But how, can we not know?
And how, can the winds not blow?
The life source we need to survive.
Please return the tears to my eyes.

© Marie Milton