I rest between giants who never will meet, cradling rivers at their feet. Echoes linger, soft winds roam, a hollowed land that feels like home.

I was once a cozy home, Where a tiny creature used to roam. Now I’m empty, tossed by the swell, Found on beaches - what can I tell?

Clinging tight to home, Child of patience and slow growth, Lives, dies, in the dark

Golden liquid, sweet and pure, a tiny soul's delight. In bloom's embrace it finds its cure, where sun and flower unite.

down the drain, in the rain. Down tbey all came this day