Rain falls down, softly softly it hits the ground.
Wind blows hard, rattle goes the windows, smash goes the shards.
Fire rises, hungrily devouring all that stood before
Earth stands tall, hard like a rock, soft like down
Dark is the sky, grey like the ocean on a winter's day.
Bright is the grass, clean and cut, the smell of new life.
White is the mist, floating silently by.
Quiet are the birds, lithe in the branches of that silently moving tree
Night overtakes day, death reborn unto life.
This is what I see, past the window of my eyes.
And all I have seen is you.
You whom are all there is and who are all that is to come.