A cold wind that sweeps the moors
It chills your bones,
yet gently soars
A mystery . . .
A blazing fire that explodes in the night
It burns your skin,
yet gently crackles
A mystery . . .
A mild wave that crashes against stones
It bruises your exterior,
yet gently flows
A mystery . . .
All of these things,
a mystery, it is
They can be fierce, yet gentle
They hold power, but they are calm
A mystery . . .
