• Powerful north winds send wonders of a tale.
    One that began on the wings of all glory.
    On storms with gray lovely skies.
    On eves beautiful mornings.
    It makes me feel ever so high. There is a power.
    A message for all to share.
    It battles the curse of derision.
    Giving life to all those who care. It is a time,
    One bent entirely on trust,
    A thief which steals time,
    Time which seems ever-changing. Does this spell come from above?
    Listen to the waves ever-singing its sounds.
    This is hushed, yet loudly ever-singing.
    Have you not guessed? This thing is called, Life.