Do you see the glow of the fields
When dew shines through young spires
Drunk with the red of the sun
In the morning light
Do you hear the breath of the woods
Blowing through the evening
And telling of a far away storm
That will soon break out
Do you feel the rough bark
On the trunk of an old ash tree
Rugged by the changes of the world
The wood damp from the mist
Do you smell the scent of the earth
So wet from the rain and heavy
It rises from the black ground
Still bare and void of seeds
Do you taste the salt of the sea
In the changing of the tides
A longing for what lies in the distance
For unknown lands
Can you sense in your dream
the might of hidden senses
That accompany your spirit
Through the deep night on Earth