When ocean is kidnapped
By clouds and carried
Thousands of miles away
And turned into snow
Does it ever know
That its only purpose
Is to witness a
Child’s burgeoning glee seeing
When leaves turn colors
After having enjoyed living
Green during the summer
Does it ever know
That by its fall
Will bring lovers close
Enough for a kiss
In life we go
About being one thing
Until that is we
See that all this
Was never really about
Us but of another
That we most certainly
Will never ever know
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 