the puddles stay day after day
and the leaves are smashed into the ground
no one will come outside to play
but my feet are having fun
w/ sidewalk worms today
if life would be so kind to let me die
in one thousand years a piece of dust of me
would form a raindrop high above the ground
no ears or eyes or senses to tell me what's around
but even so i'm whistling to the ground
side by side with other shuttles
towards a splashdown ocean-puddle
