The wind blows cold and strong,
High above the trees,
The leaves rustle and the reeds whistle,
A song for eternity.

The patter of rain upon the stone,
The wolf howls ringing through the night,
And the owl hoots, the bears snore,
As the snow falls, bringing its bite.

The world moves in a song,
The world sings a song of silence.
Crying out at the wrong,
It sings the song of silence.

The rocks rumble in the earth,
Eternally strong.
Even the mountains and the ancient hills,
Raise their voices in song.

Rivers rush to the sea,
Crying all the way.
The sun and moon in their duet,
We call night and day.

The world moves in a song,
The world sings a song of silence.
All things belong,
To the song of silence.

A young mother bears her child,
It cries its first breath.
An old man lays upon a hill,
Waiting for his death.

The fire crackles as it feeds,
Hungry for all,
High above in the heavens,
You can hear the eagle's call.

The world moves in a song,
The world sings a song of silence,
All things grow string,
In the song of silence...


I penned these words to this song many years ago,
but the melody lives in my head, and maybe in yours
too.

- Dream.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Phaestian, in the year 242 AF.