with skies of ash and waters of snow
we wonder where does the river go
that it bleeds the trees white
and grinds the rocks grey —
it’s a mystery not even the wisest know
a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
with skies of ash and waters of snow
we wonder where does the river go
that it bleeds the trees white
and grinds the rocks grey —
it’s a mystery not even the wisest know
'life is either a great adventure or nothing.' --- helen keller