There's much more beauty in each inch,
All stars that hide behind each wistful cloud,
All birds that nest amidst the emerald leaves,
All blades that fill the sight with far more detail that it knows,
The time is too wonderfully slow.
The afternoon just barely drawing breath,
What a time to remake friends.

A ball of tears,
Come have a hug, now look right here,
You're far too small for all those tears,
Such noisy blasts, I hardly felt my ears,
We'll wait it out together: you'll be alright my dear.

We hit the crazy time,
Time that rolls with laughter,
Time unstrung with dissonant tune,
Proximity fathered such hilarity.

O' flow, Great River pouring forth,
At dayspring shattered dust beside,
At twilight echoed praise behind,
Fled is thirst, that wretched chain,
Fled my hollow pride and vain-,
Glory, love for drought and rage,
I thirst no more, I thirst no more!

Blue River, Yours are colours myriad,
Yours are truest beauty, full,
In pouring out Yourself on dust,
I thirst no more, I thirst no more!