I took a rest on a ruddy bench
Aside the lady with the looking glass
Till a little blessing came tapping
With an outstretched hand telling

Begging change in exchange the floras
The lady, amused with the child
Showed him a wise saying
That was mundanely swaying

As the words came out
The water of life pouring
As the true meaning he learned
From the lady's interpreted word

That moment the personas shared
With time who couldn't stay
Could determine the fate
As it wasn't too late

I took a rest on the ruddy bench
Flowers, words and lives were traded
Familiarity grew on the streets
Where strangers pass or meet