As swirling mists rise from frozen ground,
the sun gives way to nightfall's splendor.
The twilight sings the end of day
and the moon rejoices in its song.

Clouds gather atop mountain peaks
and the forests whisper to the streams:

"What secrets might one find downriver?
What hidden lands do its waters hide?"

None know but the seas which guard vast wisdom

In the deep rests an unknown power,
one which binds the Earth as one.
One which tells the stars where to shine
and knows where next the winds will blow.

The weave of life is in the trees,
in the snows and in the hill,
in the sea so deep and mountains high,
and in the realm where spirits dwell
and turn the cogs of fate and time.