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You think that water is the color blue,
That ocean currents imitate the wind.

And where it ends beyond the height of clouds,
That’s where the sky of me will turn to black
Where neither air nor astronauts may live.

Yes I’m the sky and all the rest is air.
If not for me there’d be no atrium,

To hold within the weather and the rain
From where the cumulus and stratus play.

The teeming life that feeds on coral beds,
The orca pods who prey on lesser whales,
As porpoise with their echos guide their young.

The snow on summits where no birds can reach.
The forest at its base, bears hibernate.

The sockeye who return from whence their birth,
And beneficial run-offs where they spawn.

The tribe who grazes stock & gathers fruit,
And nomads follow zebra to the stream.

The fishermen who cast their nets afar,
The children who play naked in the surf.

This is the bounty I give with both hands.
Remember, everything relies on this,
So none will turn to ash and wither thus.

Description
You think that water is the color blue,
That ocean currents imitate the wind.

And where it ends beyond the height of clouds,
That’s where the sky of me will turn to black
Where neither air nor astronauts may live.

Yes I’m the sky and all the rest is air.
If not for me there’d be no atrium,

To hold within the weather and the rain
From where the cumulus and stratus play.

The teeming life that feeds on coral beds,
The orca pods who prey on lesser whales,
As porpoise with their echos guide their young.

The snow on summits where no birds can reach.
The forest at its base, bears hibernate.

The sockeye who return from whence their birth,
And beneficial run-offs where they spawn.

The tribe who grazes stock & gathers fruit,
And nomads follow zebra to the stream.

The fishermen who cast their nets afar,
The children who play naked in the surf.

This is the bounty I give with both hands.
Remember, everything relies on this,
So none will turn to ash and wither thus.