As he strolls through the forest, longing for distant skies,
he passes a stream that twists and turns with a playful splish.
Stopping and looking at the water, he comes to realize
that before of him swims a school of silvery fish.

Gliding down the stream with ease,
the sky above, the soul at peace,
they swim beneath the shallow tide,
while the silver waves keep up their stride.

And as he watches them below,
he cannot help but delve into sorrow.
The moonlight guides them to a new life,
while his ruthless tide still fights to survive.

So he continues his walk through the creaking giants,
seeking what once was dear to his heart,
yet he knows it would soon depart,
since he could only lend fate his reliance.