Softness and life gently packed closely In bonds of three
On it the dead float under it the living transcend into the void
It’s very memory is profound existing even before men did, witnessing the rise and fall of empires
Running on and over everything Like a map through time itself
Oh the tales it could tell Of war and of love Of unjust men twisting the tales of history
Of the birds that exist no more and of the beasts that could terrify you to the bone with a sound and a stare
Softness and life bearing witness but sharing no tales giving life giving death
A map we barely see A book we cannot read such is the mystery the mystery of softness the mystery of blue and depth the mystery of water.