The wind tells a story, it cries out my name
as it goes on its journey, through sun and rain
the warm sun smiles at me as it shines down
illuminating the all the fears in my frown
the flowers sing, as they sway in the breeze
each petal paints a picture and I'm on my knees
the moon knows I'm crying, that's why it hides
unseen in the light, on lonely clouds it rides
the snow wakes me up, as it hits the ground
and every snowflake makes that resonent sound
the clouds comfort me, more than I need
while cool raindrops fall at chilling speed
so I stand here all alone, in natures grip
cleansed and freed bit by beautiful bit
soaked to the bone, as the stars come out
seasons passed by, and I start to cry
