And you happened to collide,
Liquid longing to learn.
And this tiny, brief existence
Is old fragments of light,
Of happenstance and sky.
And this whole place, is pulsating,
Is pulsating with life.
Is pulsating with life.
LIFE
How do you do you
Ponder the plentiful?
Fed by sunlight we tend to the soil
Perspirating the moisture
The residue
Navigate, navigate, Oh.
Born of sky joining
Joining
Born of star endless.
You do how you do
Ripple the happenstance,
Moon so helpful she jostles, she stirs,
Thank you for you for leaving the
Residue
Navigate, navigate, Oh.
Born of sea liquid, liquid
Born of stone restless, restless,
Born of sky joining, joining,
Born of star endless
You are,
Liquid.
A description of nature:
From stars, to cells, to sentience to sentiments, To sentences, the sun overhead, how curious!
It's highly likely that no human eye will ever see The sun die, how fortunate!
A description of nature, not an explanation, There will probably never be
A question of finishing.
In one sense, humans are nearly, nothing,
Containing something like 1 cubic millimetre of real matter - the rest is empty space - nearly Nothing.
Except for hydrogen, all the atoms that make Each of us up
The iron in our blood, the calcium in our teeth,
They were born in suns, overhead, how curious!
Except for hydrogen, all the atoms that make Each of us up
The nitrogen in our DNA, the carbon in our apple Pies, they were born in suns, overhead, how Curious!
A description of nature: Vessels and veins, Bundles of cells, stumbling, how fortunate!
The oceans, jostled and swelled,
The youth in bloom,
How fortunate!
The whatness, the quiddity,
The whole room is pulsating with life,
How fortunate!
We need the tides to exist,
Without the moon we wouldn't be here