Melancholy waters flow
Lonely stones along the bottom roll
Above The Watchers stretch and yawn
Their residents chattering at the dawn
In the distance echoes yip and growl
Returning from nocturnal prowl
Optimistic droplets of morning dew
Reflecting images of dreams now through
What flows by now they’ve seen before
Crashing towards the ocean floor
Perpetually runs until the final bell’s toll
These melancholy waters flow