A little turtle died one morning --
No bigger than a quarter.
Just sank to the bottom
Of her tank full of water.

Her owners took her out
And dug her a little grave --
Said a few words,
And then dodged the rain.

It poured for hours,
Like the sky was made of the sea.
And soon enough its power
Drew the little turtle
From her muddy sleep.

She bumped along the rocks,
Then bumped along the tires;
Rode the tumbling water
To her heart's quiet desire.

When the rain finally stopped,
Her shell had cracked through.
But the sky was the sky again,
And something else was right, too.