Towards awesome wonder, my delight. Bringing day, bringing night. The awesome wonder true light.
Free, everlasting spirit. Like the wind, gentle breezes. Soft whispers, morning dew drops, starry nights, spring mornings, a hidden stream in the mountains. Mellow, and still yet so spirited you can feel it by just standing near.
Wind softly blowing over a grassy mountain hill. The wind making whispers of love song out between each blade of grass. And I yes I all I can do is listen to the ever silent world that passes by.