A shining Sun sings in its lightbeams.
Drifting clouds fold themselves up.
The universe bursts at its seams.
All that has ever been – in a drop.

There are three men walking a road,
where a thousand more have passed.
Is there a switch to get to another mode?
Or bits have failed and a universe crashed?

Looking up to the heavens one might see,
a billion years of time and space all around;
reducing us to specks in oceans of infinity.
All we know is that our questions abound.

A young man watches the wind in the grasses,
while his sister plays, while the train sways.
Views change in the window as the world passes;
Still the wind follows in each field as it plays.