Only the eyes of owls can be seen here; They are the stars, they radiate
And every constellation Is a fraction of God's DNA That we were made to notice and navigate
As the moon commands the tide To balance the weight of change We must learn to follow all the same
When the northern lights were born The color poured into our eyes Like tipping a glass with the ocean inside
Into the darkness We will send our symphonies - A shorthand of existence A slowly turning key The voyager will leave us With this modest memory of home
When the sunlight wakes the earth From its deep sleep All creatures bloom And through lifted lashes, all is new
As a newborn recognizes Its mother's voice from inside the womb May we remember the warmth of our youth
The overture was written Like the calm before a storm With hummingbird precision We must follow every chord...
Time-lapse reveals a slight of hand It unties the rules of time and plan Stillness is only a state of mind A blind spot that brightness has left behind Wet paint is a privilege that we will find
As the wrist of an artist Pulls the foreground into the frame We must learn to focus, all the same
All these restless conversations Have tied a string to every living thing And our illustrations will draw them near