Cichi

Cichi

Oh, World!

Do your benevolence breed our compact lives, seas of wide expanse and supreme guardian,

Skies of towering cloud and mythical creature, sun of life-breathing warmth and caged rival,

Home of entirety and the great Mother of all.

Oh, Seas!

Do your water cultivate many majestic merfolk, energize mills, haul ships, nourish the hungry,

Provider of mineral and mother of great loam, guardian sanctuary and designer of cyclone,

Turquoise blanket hides mermaid kingdoms.

Oh, Skies!

Do your empty tract welcome creature of flight, take paper airplanes and lanterns into the sky,

See dead rival to the sun and ally to the stars, puff cottontail mattress where harpy slumber,

Cobalt swirls painted on wide celestial dome.

Oh, Otora!

Do your comfortable inferno brighten our world, magma surf restrain and discipline unholy Són,

Home of the dutiful phoenix and lightning bug, provider of amazing puvar and gifts of magic,

Ball of blue-white flame circling the heavens.

Oh, Home!

Do your wonders forever caress our fingertips, divine creatures bless us with their habitation,

Segregated and coalesce diversified peoples, a quartet of realms and ten contrasting gods,

Twirling globe of ultramarine and chartreuse.

Oh, World!

Do your hefty white blanket quench our thirst, do your rug of sod pack the guts of our cattle,

Do your dense woodlands supply our homes, do your prosperous caverns cast our utensil,

Do your vast flower meadow flatter our eyes.