The wind pales contrast
To soft gentle rain,
Yet harmonies of mystique grass
Still patter through the plains

Rainbows beaut and splendor
Crawling in great fashion uproar!
As I'm knocking at your door
I came upon you whispering
Like sand ushered to the shore

What are you coming to-
Great mystery of mine
Your visions oh so bright-!
Yet concealed deeply in the night