The shape of the moon Or fingernail clips A flaky treat to eat Between orange juice sips

Child of the glacier, now wed to the river and seas, wear your towering crowns of earth with pride. Remember fondly your landlocked siblings, and gather up your hanging valleys. Now, run, Child, headlong into the loving embrace of the basin, filled to the brim with brackish water.

Silent collectors of rain and river, they mirror the sky's gaze and cradle islands within their gentle embrace.

Guardian shields of the sky, they bloom above in gloomy times, a canopy of colors that dances with the wind, keeping the drips and drops at bay.

Do their jobs or are fat and lazy Only people that love them call people who don’t crazy Golden, white, small and tall Some people still hate them all