The golden thread weaves through all
Making one grow small or tall

It finds its way though matter and time
Weaving thoughts of rhythm and rhyme

It takes what you know and makes it clear
With water it serves the brave and severe

It goes around in loop-de-loop
As you drink a bowl of warm hearty soup

It runs rivers with trees rooted in the ground
Especially when the wolves sing their sound

And when the numbers balance in harmony
Nature rings the world in symphony