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