One with the swans and the wind
Is pushed over the levee, my friend
Until we meet again, faster than soon
For a spot of tea, high in the noon
As rivers cry at the dash of a dime
Indeed, we shall continue to survive
Through shared stories
Down by the riverside
Untold to those unwell
In heart, mind, and spirit
For they have catching up to do
Before they get to pet the glass goose