Although fateful winds
may flow through leaves of an oak...

Pink Tiki torch light:
burning, burning...

A raindrop falls down.
With every speck it touches...

Fire can burn us.
But for every man it kills...

Saguaro cacti
live in what seems like a land...

Beautiful glistening serenade,
flip flopping 'round my feet...

There are more forces
at work on Heaven and Earth...

Fluff-white animals
racing thick blue forevers...

Well I guess I'm trying to say,
well that is to say...

There is a soft moon o'er head;
its quiet light is distilling...

One must often choose
Between two things that are loved...

I will be gone soon,
But until then...