Whilst bending the universe to shape and form
Our tiny earth was mysteriously born 
Her breath became the wind up there 
A voice like thunder in the bellowing air 

Her veins cut rivers from mountain to sea 
Soft flesh became earth for the growing trees
Grass sprouted like newly grown hair
Sweat came as rain to share it’s despair 

Her haunting character defines our being 
Holds a tight grip on our life and meaning 
Born by the struggle of starting a new 
Nature is the atom she speaks to us through