Shundo David Haye

 A stick, a stone
 It's the end of the road
 It's the rest of a stump
 It's a little alone
 It's a sliver of glass
 It is life, it's the sun
 It is night, it is death
 It's a trap, it's a gun
 The oak when it blooms
 A fox in the brush
 The knot in the wood
 The song of a thrush
 The wood of the wind
 A cliff, a fall
 A scratch, a lump
 It is nothing at all
 It's the wind blowing free
 It's the end of the slope
 It's a beam it's a void
 It's a hunch, it's a hope
 And the river bank talks
 Of the waters of March
 It's the end of the strain
 The joy in your heart
 
 The foot, the ground
 The flesh and the bone
 The beat of the road
 A slingshot stone
 A fish, a flash
 A silvery glow
 A fight, a bet
 The range of a bow
 The bed of the well
 The end of the line
 The dismay in the face
 It's a loss, it's a find
 A spear, a spike
 A point, a nail
 A drip, a drop
 The end of the tale
 A truckload of bricks
 In the soft morning light
 The shot of a gun
 In the dead of the night
 A mile, a must
 a thrust, a bump
 It's a girl, it's a rhyme
 It's a cold, it's the mumps
 The plan of the house
 The body in bed
 And the car that got stuck
 It's the mud, it's the mud
 A float, a drift
 A flight, a wing
 A hawk, a quail
 The promise of spring
 And the river bank talks
 Of the waters of March
 It's the promise of life
 It's the joy in your heart
 

 A snake, a stick
 It is John, it is Joe
 It's a thorn in your hand
 And a cut in your toe
 A point, a grain
 A bee, a bite
 A blink, a buzzard,
 A sudden stroke of night
 A pass in the mountains
 A horse and a mule
 In the distance the shelves
 Rode three shadows of blue
 And the river talks
 Of the waters of March
 It's the promise of life
 In your heart, in your heartA stick, a stone
 The end of the load
 The rest of a stump
 A lonesome road
 A sliver of glass
 A life, the sun
 A knight, a death,
 The end of the run
 And the river bank talks
 Of the waters of March
 It's the end of all strain
 It's the joy in your heart