Clouds are swift Rocks are ancient Mountains are high, oceans great Winds are restless Trees are patient And you my child are awake
Waves are crashing Rivers churning Planets twirling, stars ablaze Storms are raging Atoms whirling And you my child are awake
To perceive these wondrous things To count the beats of a blackbird's wings To tell a story and dance and sing
All the splendors Of creation Are very happy that you came Because they needed Someone to see them And you my child are awake
To perceive these wondrous things To count the beats of a blackbird's wings To tell a story and dance and sing
Seeds are hopeful Dewdrops fleeting Oak trees are crooked, Redwoods straight And they are not known To the sleeping But you my child are awake You my child are awake You my child
