I am the roar inside your waters,
The power of your stream.
I am the waves that crash out of your ocean,
The Sun and its beams.
I am the sunflowers of your garden,
The peaches in which you pick.
The roses that bloom through cracks in concrete,
The Thin and the Thick.
You are the rain in which the sky cries,
The snow in which it sheets.
You are beauty and you are barren,
The Solemn and The Sweet.