I watch minutes grow to hours, and how seasons builds the ages,
every winter dies in sunlight, only to be born again
and the rainfall feeds the forests while the lightning strikesthe trees
turning giants into dust fertile ashes on the ground

i see them going down to the water
where they embrace the silent waves
slowly they're swallowed by the water
and their breath ascending to the sky

i see them now floating in the water
carried away, carried away

i see wasteland turn into gardens watching oceans giving birth
to fragile little creatures born to grow and multiply
and the children of the children of the firstborn claims theland
building fences for protection from their brothers greedy grasp