Thunder in the distance,
A storm brewing in the night...

In a field of wildflowers
A single rose bush grows...

The wind whispers
Along the shores of a distant land...

A lone stallion,
Stands on the banks of a mighty river...

The hot African sun
Rises on a brand new day...

Though the night is cold and dark
And the rain is pouring down...

His heart was darker than the sky at night,
But deeper than the depths of Hell...

My heart is broken,
But still beating...

In all history, has there ever been a king who...
Never before has one with such authority loved his...

Brown is the Earth,
Brown is the soil...

I am me,
Just me...

Love is like a rose,
A late rose...