What do we tell you when we awake tomorrow, little one?
That there once was a dawn that burst upon us with birdsong
That there was a colour we called green, oh so many shades of it
in the forest near the river that used to shimmer with fish tails
That the water would chime to us in eternal ebb and flow
high and low notes splashed by the thin oars of a sharp boat
carrying fishnets at daybreak, ferrying children in the dusk
That we broke bread with our neighbours and uttered
a prayer that came easy on our purple lips that would pucker
up for a kiss as we held each other and the night sighed
and we thought we would never die.