Within the heavenly fires I begin to see,

Trails of breathing smoke, I begin to see.

In the quiet nights with blankets of whites,

Specks of moondust I begin to see.

Greens in the darkest of trees,

Blooms of new life I begin to see.

Rumbles above with skies so it cries,

Drops of the heavenly rivers I begin to see.

Whispers of what once was,Myself in the darkest waters, I begin to see.