We live at your feet,
Edges of space.
We’re the worlds that come alive
When you walk by.
Mama, how are planets born?
From forgotten balls, magic seeds, and time.
Mama, where does fire come from?
From water mixed with sky, brewed in a leaf shaded by grass.
Mama, where does the sunrise come from?
From twinkles sparkling off the back of a disco spider.
