Ops Holds Us

I am the rain the fire and the ash
Hear the birds they call my name
Through the mud
It feels like home

I am the tree the river and the breeze
Green whispers in a world unseen
It's always near

Sand and clay
Silt and stone
Each one alone
But together they cradle all
We've ever known

I am the joy
I am the pain
My sphere

Dust to cradle
Cradle to soil
It shows the way

Sand and clay
Silt and stone
Each one alone
But together they cradle all
We've ever known

Rivers carve her flowing veins
Skies are painted with her rains
She hums in the stones
She sings in the trees