Dust by dust and word by word You formed me from the walk-able earth.. Reforming the wind while turning it into breath The very first milestone beaten with the very first step.. The garden giving the eyes something to see Some type of solace born into simple majesty.. Making the ground good for walking The same way syllables are proving grounds for talking.. Everything new without the need to begin again And itβs all-overwhelming given the wealth to take in.. A brand new world