Of What Waters Do We Rise?

Of What Waters Do We Rise?

From the depths of the Sea?

The muck beneath the Reefs?

Do we Cluster and Meet?

Or do we simply Be?

Do we brush by the Creatures and say Hi?

Or do we hide ourselves beneath the Tide?

Are we filled with Love and Hope?

Or are we simply at the end of our Rope?

How could we ever Know? When the horn Blows,

Blow, Blow, Blow

Will we Know? Will we Show?

Or will we simply Reap what we Sow?