The drift of snow across a frozen landscape whispers dusty dreams
The wind in majestic pines replies, "nothing is what it seems"
The Spirit moves in magic as the ocean swallows the shore
Atlantic arias tremble with tumultuous rumble and roar
Waterfalls crash from scattering heights like the breath of Niagara falls
Raindrops softly pitter patter windows, tin roofs and walls
The soothing roll of the embryo deep within mother's womb
Remembered times beyond words and rhymes, whalesongs without tunes
Thundering echos of lightning bolts that rip the blackened sky
Awaken years of primal fears from ages long passed by
The white noise of the world to me has always been my friend;
Physician which never asked a coin for healing the wounds of men
