In the eleventh hour
It rises
The water bearer
With its vessels that carries
Life itself
Flowing,
Adapting,
Nourishing,
Destroying
The water is life
And death in itself
Though the bearer himself
Doesn’t know
The power it holds
The power it wields
On the circle of existence itself
For it just carries the source
Every eleventh hour
As it rises
Day in , day out
the vessel that carries
Life itself.