A drop of water that trickles down, the ripples it creates are quite profound.
The earth beneath your feet reaches far and wide, only to show you that what you seek is inside.
The breeze that blows through the majestic wood, whispers of a world so pure and good.
Metal that rises to heaven’s floor, the tales of our fathers are now left to lore.
Fire that burns without a piece of coal, it is here that we forge the mettle of our soul.