As I danced to the beat of wind and water,
Ever flowing through all things here and gone,
I realized the complex simplicity of the world in which I live,
And moved as if nothing could obstruct my path.
Swaying, bobbing, stepping once, twice.
Every second I think I will lose control.
The music bends me to it's will,
And I am powerless against it's melody.
Left, right, forward, down.
Every direction I move, even some I know nothing about.
The enchantment of the chorus, the moving beat,
Surely, only gods could create such a melody.
Ever changing, now fast, now slow.
At first glance turbulent, yet it flows with no flaw.
As a dream so lucid that I could reach out and drink the dream's dew,
Yet no dream I've ever had has been so sweet, yet terrifying.
As it reaches it's conclusion, I then realize,
No god, deity or saint created this.
This is the anthem of life, my life.
The cool rush. The song of wind and water.