East burns the sky with a blazing orange sun
Morning births the life into the wild red squirrels
Open air lifts the leaves to drink from the light
Dew washes away the previous night's stains
South scorches earth, the sun at its peak
Day grinds the stone to progress the work
Clouds bring shade, protection for the prey
Wind cools the skin to relieve the strain
Western trees cut the sun, make it bleed red across the sky
Evening settles in, to rest from all the trials
Fireflies shine their light, showing the way home
Soak in mellow streams to break away the pain
North shows the stars to spy on your dreams
Water misdirects the moon's grim reflection
Darkness creeps along, hovering in the mist
Monsters slumber slowly deep within their lair
Life is a clouded vision, a blank piece of paper
So much profit to gain, glorious white adventures
Too many risks to repair, broken black glass is clear
Choose your own direction, remember, nothings fair
