Oh my hands, they're small but my own.
Oh my feet, they're like one then the other.
Oh my eyes, they're wide.
Oh my sea, it's crashing over me
crushing old me.
All swept up in one big gust of wind,
Oh my land, it's a guiding hand.
Oh my city, it's humming and gleaming.
Everybody's buzzing
talking who they was and
whom they're busy
becoming.
We're all stone raising,
big blue gazing
stick poking
moss cloaking
dusk glowing
all knowing.