Pitter patter flow
Doesn’t matter where you go
Up and scatter all you know
to the reminiscent wind

Let it blow, let it blow
Let it show you all the faceless lands
in this traceless world
It spans, it spans!

Now sip upon the teardrops dripped
from eyes new etched
In pasts too far for hands outstretched

Grip that cup of memory
Rippled water gemmery
Shining on the silver ring
of such a precious, precious thing

Flow life, flow wonders
Grow up, and under
Stand
Be tall
Go wild and sprawl throughout the land
And never stall upon the dreams
Holding now at hand, at hand
Beholding all at hand