Tides turn, oceans quiver.
Suns rising in the east
To sink unto the west again.
Winds harsh and cold
Biting to the touch,
Follow the sloping glaciers
toward the melting south.
Jungles wearily die
and are born again.
As life easily given
must be taken again.
Empty plains whispering,
Their lost ancient songs.
Mountain tops rise and crumble
As time sails forever by.
While valleys below deepen
And widen their lonely paths.
For so long, so longer time
This has not been true.
And was only, once the earth had
been shown you, that first and
Only day, my world began to move...