The jar is filled with water and sand
To the brim, topped off, sealed
And the fellow glistens with pride and sense
Smiles and rejoices with those dearest
But suddenly, the jar shatters and heartbroken
He remains scarred and beaten
For one element forgotten, disregarded
The base: the stones, the rocks
That holds all together and set us straight
The stones always forgotten.
For fellow thinks sand and water royal.
If sand and water royal
Stones and rocks must be lord
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem