The gist of the moment
The care of the hour
The expression known
Of the one quite
The gist of the moment
The care of the hour
The expression known
Of the one quite
Up I see
The leaves of trees
Countless if I start to number
I look in the sky
These birds flying by
So many colors
Up before my eyes
Diving in the sea
I see the whales
Creation of this earth
What a creature
And then I start
To unplug all the sand that goes
Deep breath my feet
I start to rumble
Where are the mysteries
This nature holds
And all those treasures
Will they unfold