one drop in the ocean

[J.K. Solberg]

There's one drop in the ocean
That God-sized Ocean
And seven-burning-billion people
can't miche a paper steeple --
And all good seeds are broken

To the mountain t'whom it stares,
"What was mine now is theirs."
Then down through the breeze
But a young, panting seed:

Panting from life's toil,
"Plant me dead in the soil,
So I may repay my Father who named me
In the upside down forest --
And they're burning the ocean of oil

There's one fist in this ocean
This Godless, inking Ocean
And those cold men with frozen hands
will freeze the ocean into land --
if only their grasp could open