The insect whisphers in the faint air
Drangonfly's face fades in the harsh air
Paint droplets brush in the night sky
Light sparkles glisten against the pond
Silence is the key
Voices are the truth
Glory is destiny
Hallways, doorways, all open in a frantic cheer
Whence is the source that hels us all
The frost on the trees twinkle in the night
Lace in the sky glistens on and on
Mother's heart folds in the rain
Grandfather's hands glisten in the village
Silver coins drop from the sky
The curtains all open in a frantic motion
The dust from the sky flys in the wind
The birds fly and come again.