Nature’s little trials
With graceful power and beauty
A blessed act of style
Should we grow too cocky
Nature, she will smile
With graceful power and beauty
Should we grow too cocky
Nature, she will smile
With graceful power and beauty
With her sails all torn
The great tall ship
Her tiller shorn
She broke her back
Upon the stone
I watch the Earth breathe
Breathing in with the flood
Breathing out with the ebb
The eternal dance
Of the sea upon the shore
I wish, for a moment
That his grace was mine
That his freedom of flight
Was something I could experience
Such exquisite beauty
People are like that too
On the inside they may seem a little dead
But all they are
Is thirsty
Told no stories
Left only enigmas
It is August
No snow is falling
But the haze
Of forests burning
Solitude
Among millions
Sole witness
To creation
I give us solitude
Connect to the battery
That is nature
And draw from her infinite energy