O Ouro E A Madeira

I didn't want to be the sea
The source was enough for me
Much less to be the rose
Simply the thorn
I didn't want to be the path
But the shortcut
Much less to be the rain
Just the dew
I didn't want to be the day
Only the dawn
Much less to be the field
The grain was enough for me
I didn't want to be life
But the moment
Much less to be a concert
Just the song
The Gold sinks in the sea
Wood stays on top
Oyster is born from the mud
Generating fine pearls