Videre Recte

When the world goes topsy turvy
A confused flower blossoms in winter
The sun decides to sleep in
Or never quite rises from its slumber
A bucket pours

When there are holes
It is cracked
It is made of iron
It is made of wood
A bucket pours

When the lake dances with the light of the moon 
A thousand years away
The birds sing a sweet melody
And the gaps in the trees make a path to wander and explore
A bucket pours

But a bucket cannot pour into itself
Only a tree
Only a pond
Only another bucket
And it rains