When the heat is unbearable, and you have walked yourself weary
You may dip your toes in the fountain of my sorrows
Walk the hallowed stones beneath the crystal surface
With your shoes off and pants rolled up
Cool yourself and breath in the fragrance of the flowers
And take full advantage of this sea of tears
And remember with me
The life of my son.
This is a place of reflection
And think upon life and mortality
You need not be sad
Dip your toes in the fountain
And cool your feet in the water.