The man takes a cactus plant, cuts a piece out
Drops it on the sand, waters it casually
The piece grows into another cactus plant
Sunny days depart and rainy days come year after year
How is he not seeing her hair growing white
Sitting next to a body of water
Seeing the line dividing worlds
Some creatures crossing the line
Heaven or hell, life or death awaits
Some others, either world is good
Some others, their roots bound in one world
Their crowns thrive in another
Who can freely cross the line of dividing in their mind?