Eveline Beumkes

Clouds are flowing in the river, waves are flying in the sky.
Life is laughing in a pebble. Does a pebble ever die?

Flowers grow out of the garbage, such a miracle to see.
What seems dead and what seems dying makes for butterflies to be.

Life is laughing in a pebble, flowers bathe in morning dew.
Dust is dancing in my footsteps and I wonder who is who?

Clouds are flowing in the river, clouds are drifting in my tea,
On a never-ending journey, what a miracle to be!

Eveline Beumkes

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