No one knew exactly what they were for
Or who made them
But there they were - all alone
In a pasture full of nothing
The sun setting brilliantly in the western sky
Always distracted everyone

Besides, the people zoom past and don't pay much attention
But, if they were to stop and listen closely
They might hear the murmur,
The sound of rushing water
Or is that a voice speaking softly?

Stuck now in my head - those voices
Living below the ground
Do I really want to know?