
Born in the lap of the boundless tide,
Waves rock our cradle, gentle and wide.
We view the sky through the ocean's sheen,
The sea is our breath, our heart's keen.
Oh, glistening waters, wild and free,
Our friends dance deep in the coral spree.
Blue extends far as the sight can stray,
This watery world is our sole abode, okay.
Well - fed, we play in the floating light, Catching the fish as they spin their plight-
Of realms lost to the changing night,
Of neighbors vanished on the unknown flight..
Oh primal mother, who formed our frame, Your streams guide me, mild and slow.
I peer through you-your eyes are mine,
Where life commences and secrets shine.
We hug you, oh mother profound,
Your salt courses through us, dark and sound.
Step by step to the chasm we glide,
To touch your visage in the quiet tide.