They say....

They say that the human mind and body loves sadness, thrives on drama
They say we came in a boat, from a land far across the sea
We learnt the art of fire, the joy of tools and the ways of speech

They say we reinvent every seven years, washing away the past
They say we thrive, even in times of despair and darkness
We walk, talk, laugh and drink, with all our pain inside

They say we gave words to our sorrow, voices to our torment
They say that the words brought a madness, an awakening
We gave the bards music, beads to string upon and words to sing

They say we didn't know beyond the hunt, beyond primal urges
They say we moved, like nomads...restless of heart and weary of soul
We planted trees and moved rock, made our riverbanks and shelter

They say the great wind moves, changing the tides of man
They say it whispers gently, of the changes to come, the times of change
We hear it when we can, if we can and we make our choices

They say, they say , they say....They say a hundred things
They say it from beneath the ocean, in the song of the forest
We catch it at the edge, faint but incessant, if we hear close enough

If we want to

P.S - At times you feel like writing fanciful. The rains inspire me to write as such. This post means nothing in particular. I've been reading a lot on history, ancient cultures and strange lights in the north pole. This is probably a reaction to that.