Peaks

Before mountains were born
You pulled light from the void
The hands that sculpted the peaks
Are the same hands that molded me
How beautiful you must be
To design a world as complex as me
You tailored every strand
From the galaxies to each fragment of sand
Thunder is the words from your lips
You carry the winds in your fist
You wear the seas like a robe
Your hair is like the clouds through the atmosphere
Atmosphere
The sun awakens for you
Each dusk paints its own canvas
The storms surrender to you
Seasons turn but you’re unchanging
Trees in the forest chorus
And the waves of the sea resound
Skies proclaim your craftsmanship
And the knee of creation bows
How beautiful you must be
To design a world as complex as me
You tailored every strand
From the galaxies to each fragment of sand
Thunder is the words off your lips
You carry the winds in your fist
You wear the seas like a robe
Your hair is like the clouds through the atmosphere
Stars are your eyes through the darkness
The landscapes wrap around your bones
Giving all living things their homes
The galaxies spiral with your mysteries
So be it, you have no start
So be it, you have no end
Magnificent creator
From your hands come the prettiest of things
So be it, you have no start
So be it, you have no end