Of what good is a human body,

If there not a soul driving it?

Of what good is an empty case,

If there not a thing that could fit?

Of what good is the rain,

If it could only kill the flower frame?

Of what good is the sun,

If there would be no water to quench thirst?

Of what good is the bird's song,

If there not an ear that could devour?

Of what good is the butterfly's wings,

If it could not fly far and high any more?