face to face with great ness, and it’s strange.

You don’t e ven know how you feel.

It’s a dor a ble.

Well, it’s nice to see that hu mans nev er change.

O pen your eyes.

Let’s be gin.

Yes, it’s real ly me, it’s Mau i.

Breathe it in,

I know it’s a lot; the hair, the bod,

when star ing at a dem i god.

What can I say ex cept, “You’re wel come, for the tides, the sun, the sky?”

Hey, it’s o kay; it’s o kay: you’re wel come.

I’m just an or di nar y dem i guy.

Hey, what has two thumbs and pulled up the sky when you were wad dl ing yea high?

This guy!

When the nights got cold, who stole you fire from down be low?

You’re look ing at him, yo.

Oh, al so, I las soed the sun.

You’re wel come.

To stretch your days and bring you fun.

Al so, har nessed the breeze.

You’re wel come.

To fill your sails and shake your trees.

So what can I say, ex cept, “You’re wel come, for the is lands I pulled from the sea?” There’s no need to pray, it’s o kay, you’re wel come.

Huh!

I guess it’s just my way of be ing me!

You’re wel come!

You’re wel come!

And thank you.