[Intro] (Solo cello enters, breathing a slow, warm Sarabande melody in D Major...) [Verse 1] Grains of warm light slip between tiny hands, Water descends like a small waterfall onto the sand. No clocks are ticking, no rules to confine, Just rivers born here in the morning sunshine. [Verse 2] Castles of earth rising tall, then they fall, Building again with no sorrow at all. Mud on the fingers, the laughter so clear, An ancient, wide ocean is echoing near. [Chorus] Deep in the sandbox, a little white shell, Holding the secrets the quiet waves tell. Five hundred million years breathing inside, We are alive in this cosmic, sweet tide. Resting our hearts in the warmth of the space, Held in the stillness of innocent grace. [Verse 3] “Where does the water go when it is gone?” Wonder awakes as the river flows on. Shaping the world from the clay and the stone, Never divided and never alone. [Bridge] Through broken castles and soft, muddy stains, A sacred balance of wonder remains. Light through the silence begins to unfold, Turning the dust into rivers of gold. [Chorus] Deep in the sandbox, a little white shell, Holding the secrets the quiet waves tell. Five hundred million years breathing inside, We are alive in this cosmic, sweet tide. Resting our hearts in the warmth of the space, Held in the stillness of innocent grace. [Outro] Twilight descends as the soft shadows creep, Drifting away into innocent sleep. All will be cleansed by the stars in the night, Waking anew in the pure morning light. (The cello slowly dissolves into a radiant, sustained D-major chord...)
