The river carves its path in stone A story written deep and old Not just water, but the flow The roots beneath the ancient tree Whisper secrets, dark and deep We are the breath in the world's wide lungs The silent song the forest hums A drop of ocean, spark of flame Weaving life without a name Roots in the earth, eyes to the sky God is the current, God is the clay We are the dreamers of the day The storm that rages, fierce and wild The great breath, in and out The mountain stands in timeless grace Its peak dissolves into the blue Where separate selves become the true We are the breath in the world's wide lungs The silent song the forest hums A drop of ocean, spark of flame Weaving life without a name Roots in the earth, eyes to the sky God is the current, God is the clay We are the dreamers of the day They say God's hidden, far above But look! It's in the budding love The force that spins the galaxies Whispers softly through the trees Not separate, but the binding thread We are not in the universe The universe is living through you and me WE ARE the breath in the world's wide lungs! The silent song the forest hums! A drop of ocean, spark of flame! God is the current, God is the clay! WE ARE THE DREAMERS OF THE DAY! Roots and light... deep and bright... One vast breath... day and night... We are the dreamers... we are the dream...
