Light me by the fires
Of Mother Earth’s divine wrath
Fill me with her rage

A fog drifts over
Hides faraway lands from view
All I see is here

Let me not become
That which the world would make me
A ghost of a man

A thousand seeds sprout
And a thousand vines grow high
Bringing naught but gifts

A flower opens
Gives color to all the world
And asks for nothing

Give me wide oceans
Teeming with life deep below
Where earth’s secrets hide

As the crops grow tall
And the days grow sweltering
I long for the sea

Tell me of the sea
Where all is unchained and free
And wonders abound

The wind grows cooler
While the shadowed sky lightens
And rain trickles on