Little soldiers pass me by sometime near then far away
Turning into cotton balls that tend to fade from memory
Melting night becoming day blessed sandy cloudy waves
Coursing life, caressing stances, long romantic loving
glances
Humming home of warm exchanges execute perfected chances
A hello and then goodbye nest in these ancestral branches
Drumbeat strikes the shallow pond rippling to other places
Thought brings rock to rainbow shown in ancient phrase
Falling through the heavens now canopied in cloudy waves
Hands employed drawn out about set to tame the tide
Catapult the harrowed ride, birth to death and other side
Drink up now of mother’s love, dew, rain, in sunshine bright
Softly slowly goes the way of life bees blossoms honey
strife
We go along our way so well children wife and knave
Angels softly watch on these wrapped up in cloudy waves
Breezes blanket meadows with sweetest scented nectar
While one by one each little poppy like a blessing of ardor
Embraced and taken to another, from the place it was before
Oh song of joy and sadness to thee we creatures are as
slaves
Each cup that passes from vine to lips drinks up this crowd
of days
Washes sun and moon away, tearing splendid stars above the cloudy
waves
