First comes seeing, then comes knowing.
There must be coming before there is going.
Some, like a whirlpool, go spinning around.
First they’re sucked in,
And then, they’re pulled down.
Others, like a wheel, go rolling along,
Bouncing over rocks and ruts
To the horizon and gone.
While over it all,
Stars whirl round in the sky
And wishes come true,
By-and- by.
For you see,
Some wish to live,
And some,
Wish to die.
