When the ocean sings a song,
The waves clap their applause,
When I look, I see the ripples of beauty,
While time reveals its ingenuity. 

When the sky turns gray,
The clouds cry out in dismay,
When I look, I see something distraught,
But at the same time more happy than not.

When the wind howls its name,
The trees shake in shame,
When I look, I see two pieces,
As their duty for one another increases.

When the grass whistles,
The Earth turns to the melody,
When I look, I see a  flawless harmony,
Between wind grass and the Earth beneath my feet.

When you ask me what I see, I will tell you what my heart sees,
But when you ask what I hear, I will tell you what my heart feels.