I was born a spark,
an eternally momentary light,
carried by the wind, without a home.
Where were you, Sister Water, when the world was made?
Were you too waiting in the secrets of the universe?
Where were you, Sister Water, when I was born?
Where were you when I was discovered,
by the simplest of men, covered in their darkness?
They were desperate for my light,
for my warmth, for what I will soon become.
Where are you, Sister Water, while I am yet a spark?
Are you a raindrop, hiding in the clouds?