Living things touch us, embrace us,
Like the warmth of a mothers love.
Holding ever so tightly as to hold you from the wind of a cyclone.
The beauty of her Majesty is known, her voice never heard.
The spirit of her love spreads as wild flowers in an open field
Bright as gods own rays put upon the land.
Our moves are known before our knowledge, and our thoughts before there thought.
The spirit of the unknown guides us through the unknown.