From Mysteries of Above

As waters fall of misty air

The oceans rise of mineral bare

To save a solemn silence

of something oh so bitter sweet

As the silver drops complie

to bathe the earth of winter day

the rushing waters cleansed the sand

of crystal air

Oh to shore on this day

as the steam should rise and fall

This flow of life

to feed the earth

would bring forth a cleansed girth

And as the mercury would fall

from the sky and above...

There would be of such wonder

to be