She stood in the park
Caressed by the wind
The window to soul, you saw in her eyes
She stood in the park
Untouched by the spin
Of stones on the move
From space and within

Once in the park, two shimmering cubes
Grounded and found right next to the rose
Like sugar on jade untouched by the spin
Of stones on the move
From space and within

The moon turns the tide
The tide turns the mind
The book turns a page and it's time to unwind
Where small ones have played, it's holy ground
Returned to the park from the lost and found