The waters prevailed over the mountains, covering them seven meters deep. 
 

life is death 

we struggle to find who we are

and see so clearly who we were

by then we have died

the old drowning in empty time 

to stay the same is to give up rebirth 

a walking grave, static and stagnant 

a corpse moving with the current 

drowning in a world of water 

Don’t let yourself be pulled under 

listen to your conscience 

fly above the water 

and find an olive tree

to rest and watch the rainbow 

some fly away and never return 

dark and independent

those it has left wait forever 

don’t forget to fly

but be a dove