"You touch my face and I quiver. You who seem so calm, so still, so quiet.

But I've seen you angry! I've watched you destroy, I've heard you roar as you decimate lives by picking up things that don't belong to you. And you didn't even put them back where they were.

You don't own a thing, yet you command the respect of a king.
Strong enough to force the sea out of your way, and yet softly it seems you play with the petals of a flower and push against her gently. Not breaking her stance, but making her bow in reverence.

You touch my face and I quiver. They don't see you, but I know your there...