What thou be that falls from pools,
Of piercing blue sapphire jewels?
What thou be that draws a cry,
From an angel, so sweet, so shy?
What thou be in a single tear,
That causes my beloved to beckon me near?
What thou be that prevails at night,
The fear you yield to with little fight?
And what thou be lurking through the years,
In front of a child, when faced with fears?
But what thou be shining in the eye,
Of a warrior of light, ready to die?
What thou be that elicits a cry,
Not of fear but of a bird in the sky?
What thou be that pure white light,
In the heart of a child, so kind, so bright?
What thou be in a mother's heart,
For a life so fragile, right from the start?
And what thou be between allies of old,
That which has many more stories to be told?
A world of opposites, indeed, this must be,
A wonderful world for you and me.
