Last day of November, The rain stops, Goes around the rocks Never to return The ground seems to answer And old calling of taking in And giving back Of growing and dying Like Stones on a river We are shaped but not moved She was swalloed By daylight and mist By tears and soft earth Until we forgot about her The ground seems to answer And old calling of taking in And giving back Of growing and dying Like Stones on a river We are shaped but not moved
shaped, moved, swalloed, giving, growing