What is planted in the sky-
And then blooms in the ground?
What has eyes on every surface,
Yet these are closed all around?
What reaches for the sun,
Then it goes and lays down?
What was will be again
And one and two will make a
“three”- a ship of friends
In and out and all around,
What will eatlessly make a sound
Of laughter, resting- joy and day