Drifting by, high over the treetops,
tiny particles of ice and water,
born far out at sea, travelling the world,
knowning no borders,
first rising, then falling,
flowing in rivers into the ocean,
to be reborn again on another day.
Drifting by, under the treetops,
tiny particles of light in the darkness,
travelling the world, knowning no borders,
first rising, then falling,
to be reborn again on another day.
