Brother sun, How those clouds dare To race across you, up there

Do they not know? That you, the sun, is so close They could soon be as toast

Sister,

The clouds race to where they must With fullness So much, They could almost bust

They carry the whispers And they carry the grace They pass along, Leaving no trace

The darkness and the light, Within them does fly What we cannot see Flies through the sky

Without matter, the dark can move Hurry, hurry, Move move move,

Dear clouds

Run along now Brother Sun wishes You well

To the mountains Water to the well Brother Sun, wishes Us well