Rain shines signs of eternity.
The path that leads to love is clean.
Mud—the passion of the earth.
Rocks that touch the soul exist.
It is peculiar to look at a full moon
Stars mesmerize the mind
Yet we seldom truly wonder—why are we here,
Will the wind hold my hand?
The rain, the sun, the land.
The rain, the sun, the land.
Amen.
donika emille 