Ye seem so calm,
Ye wee green beast.
A frightened river,
Runs past yer feet.

It doesney matter,
What either of you say.
The tides will return,
The water will play.

And of your name,
It’s part of each.
The rolling hills,
Underneath my feet.

Away far away,
Where nobody sees,
The skies, the life.
It never retreats.