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