The Wind serves to turn the pages
of the book of the ages
The Garden apple has been bitten
our story cannot be unwritten

The River carves a sacred plan
to guide the family of man
A Mountain rises from the bones
of all of our ancestral homes

In the Sand our codes remain
a universe in every grain
washing underneath the Sea
of collective memory

Above us the almighty Sky
hosts its life-affirming eye
The Sun with allied asteroids
its energy cannot be destroyed

At night the Moon guards over all
the beam streams in our tiny stall
Asleep we dream till death from birth
on the isle of life on Earth