I told him I’m a pebble,
A grain of sand lost on the shore.
He said, “No, you’re every wave
Of the seas I kneel before.”

I told him I’m a feather,
Floating away on a breeze.
He said, “No, you’re every bird
Taking on the skies with ease.”

I told him I’m a drop of rain,
Making my way down to him.
He said, “No, you’re every storm
That I fight to sink or swim.”

I told him I’m a tiny star
In a nameless constellation.
He said, “No, you’re my whole sky,
Horizons painted with perfection.”