You, frozen on treetops,

You, who shades the sky.

You, who weaves dancing veils,

From the morning light.

You, who bore witness,

To fragile, tangled things.

From those who flare their flimsy tails,

To those who spread their wings.

You, your gentle strokes,

That lap around my feet.

You, my soundless abode.

My heart still yet to beat.

You, the azure mirror.

You, your echoing sighs.

You, who guards the secrets,

Of the seasons and the tides.

You and your angry words,

That destroy all I have to love.

You, your vivid arches.

Majesty above.

I, who will not exist,

To understand your smile,

Sing with me my memories.

Dream with me a while.

You, who streams from mountains,

Your hands the world's cocoon.

You who's silver crescents,

Compliment the moon.

And I? I, who can only watch,

As you laugh away the sand.

I, and my rusted outline,

Fading in your hands.

You, black green darkness.

You, infinitely still.

For all the godly power,

You, who lacks a will.

I who bore the pain,

That you could never know.

Your tears they do not understand,

The pain of things that grow.