Whispering winds whistle softly through amber moores. Babbling brooks of billowing blue dreams folded back on timeless quanderings. Refreshing swirls of waters quench my very soul. Light ponders the darkness, a foe to each neither has known. Sparkling golden sphere has thou shined upon a dark so dismal drear. To a sullen peace you find your place to the comfort of thine eyes. Wrap me in your blessed blues. Fill me with your sunlit shine. Do I know not my place in your schemes?