A broken vessel
Looks like a well
Bottomless, rimless pit
A broken shell
Has water full
Of residue from
Three rivers
One is dried up
Second needs to be born
Finding it’s way
Down the winding mountain
Third river being
Cluttered and unclean
Boil that water
Purify the filth
Redo the base,
Recover the edges
Dry it and save it
For future to shine
In the clear water
Undo the clutter
For the birds
For the butterflies
To flutter their wings
Carrying souls with a ‘Can do’ spirit
