This is the voiceless tune of the wind
Played under shattered branches
By bald bards of seasoned smiles
Sulking bitter bruises of fate
This is the sound of an angry thunder
Walking alone whistling and rumbling
Amidst the dales and thorny hills
Crawling through the cloud to kiss the earth
This is the message of the humid breeze
Bending branches to its whisper
Lonely streams through forest gray
Flow of tides in moonlight cold
This is the smile of the mystic cloud
A coast full of storms of dew
Coolness grip of freezing bodies
Listening to the tapping feet of the rain
This is the gift from the golden sun
Rays that run through darkened skies
Planets light shining strangely bright
Silhouettes rising from the walls
This is the beauty you ought to see
A glance of nature to behold
A peep at radiance in its glow
Letters of mystery right from time