It takes a touch of nature to calm a spirit, a hint of calm to set one free.
Then listening to echoes as they recede, always lower as they deceive.
Where are our visions when wind swept plains, or reached crescendo with morning rains?
How can our memories be closely saved, as if our hearts had loves as brave?
Can you not sense it this inner soul; something totally different from all you've known?
Question your feelings, your moods will soon glow, and only together can friendships so grow.
Sweet taste of nature take me hence from here; my vision is failing, but my heart always hears.
As Long As You Listen You Never Can Loose; It Just Goes To Prove It's All In The Mood