also appears on It’s Alive By Bonnie Paine What I see does it See on back In it’s own way does it Lead us back to Where we’re from and How we write What we’re made of, What’s that? It’s alive It is alive it is Living It survives It survives the Chaos of beginnings Through a time Through a time it is Story telling words Dry it out breathe it in Everything From all that is of The weathered seas To feathered trees Of heavenly Light that burns a Summer’s heat Through cools and blows too A Winter’s Eve Holy Night In the skies In the skies it is Spinning In your eyes the horizon is Ending and beginning See it thrive It survives it is Living We derive and return to it Everything What I see does it See on back In it’s own way does it Lead us back to Where we’re from and How we write What we’re made of, What’s that?