Trace My Heart

Where do you come from, Rain?
Where the hills meet the East.
To feel your arms around me..
To feel your lips on mine..
To feel your hands holding me..

When did you first turn, Earth?
When I first saw the North.
To put my head on your shoulder..
To put my love in your heart..
To put my heart in your hands..

What do you look for, Clouds?
What I look for is the South.
To look at the sky..
To cry tears of sorrow..
To let the birds fly..

Why do you come here, Sun?
To sleep in the West.
So trace my heart on a canvas..
And paint my love..