Peaks - Earth Groans

Before mountains were born

You pulled light from the void

The hands that sculpted the peaks

Are the same hands that molded me

How beautiful you must be

To design a world as complex as me

You tailored every strand

From the galaxies to each fragment of sand

Thunder is the words from your lips

You carry the winds in your fist

You wear the seas like a robe

Your hair is like the clouds through the atmosphere

Atmosphere

The sun awakens for you

Each dusk paints its own canvas

The storms surrender to you

Seasons turn but you’re unchanging

Trees in the forest chorus

And the waves of the sea resound

Skies proclaim your craftsmanship

And the knee of creation bows

How beautiful you must be

To design a world as complex as me

You tailored every strand

From the galaxies to each fragment of sand

Thunder is the words off your lips

You carry the winds in your fist

You wear the seas like a robe

Your hair is like the clouds through the atmosphere

Stars are your eyes through the darkness

The landscapes wrap around your bones

Giving all living things their homes

The galaxies spiral with your mysteries

So be it, you have no start

So be it, you have no end

Magnificent creator

From your hands come the prettiest of things

So be it, you have no start

So be it, you have no end