You are the wind the blows in the dark of night
Rustling the leaves
Of 100 year old trees
Making them dance on the branches
Twisting and turning in the moonlight
You are the waves pulled by the tidal moons
Pounding the shore
With a never ending roar
Turning rock into the sand
Creating and destroying nature's sand dunes
You are the gentle rain that falls before dawn's first light
Gently kissing the earth
Before the daily rebirth
Of the golden sun
Washing away the darkness and mirth from the previous night.
Rustling the leaves
Of 100 year old trees
Making them dance on the branches
Twisting and turning in the moonlight
You are the waves pulled by the tidal moons
Pounding the shore
With a never ending roar
Turning rock into the sand
Creating and destroying nature's sand dunes
You are the gentle rain that falls before dawn's first light
Gently kissing the earth
Before the daily rebirth
Of the golden sun
Washing away the darkness and mirth from the previous night.