My caretaker from when I was young
A memory of the lullabies sung
From mountains we jumped
From treetops we swung
The violin on which my string is strung

The guide through the treacherous ways
My friend on the most playful days
She is the sun
And I’m the haze
That surrounds and bathes in her shining rays

She’s the ground and I’m the sky
She asks the question and I reply
She lets me flow
When my waters are dry
With her my river will never die

She’s the day and I’m the night
I promote her shining light
I’m the wood
That she ignites
The wings with which I can take flight

—OrcasTogether