Nayora - No Voice Command

A flock of birds… turns in the sky No single voice… explains them why A school below… moves as one stream Like living waves… inside a dream The rivers branch… like open veins The thunder speaks… through distant rains And every form… beneath the sun Feels less apart… and more as one No hand above… is pulling strings Yet order flows… through all beings No master plan… no voice command Still everything… somehow as dance The roots below… like searching hands Read silent stories… through the land The mountain spine… the forest hair The pulse of life… is everywhere The spiral shell… the galaxy Repeat themselves… differently No copy made… yet still the same One endless flow… one changing game No hand above… is pulling strings Yet order flows… through all beings No master plan… no voice command Still everything… somehow as dance No separate self… behind the eyes No isolated… form survives The wave may break… the shape may bend But every edge… returns again The breath of trees… the tides at sea Move through the world… and move through me Not chaos blind… not rigid law But something felt… beneath it all A quiet force… without a name That wears the world… like shifting flame No hand above… is pulling strings Yet order flows… through all beings And what I call… myself today May just be life… arranged this way