I grow like a ripened olive
Harbored by its tree
Green or brown, until I fall down
From branch to ground
Praising the earth that nourished me
I learn like an booming oak tree
Sprouting up from my roots
Twist and turn, wherever I yearn
Devoid of scorn
Praising the sun that nourished me
I struggle like an empty seashell
Buried within the sand
Wind nor storm, the troubles I borne
Oft forlorn
Praising the ocean that nourished me
I joy like a rusty anchor
Grasping to reach my dreams
Halting in time, with purpose in mind
Surface is mine
Praising the people that nourished me
I grow, I learn, I struggle, I joy
Praising the little things that nourish me
