The old river still flows on into the valleys now too deep overwhelmed by the rising Sun from above the deep green Sea splitting our world to new twos The new star is nowhere in sight the others buried in sand dunes each placed in old blue narrow lines all looking keenly at the old flames every one has to die what a shame as for earth she will always go on bringing to life a new different world for the ancient hand still makes anew every cell in all things that once grew