When Mother Earth speaks to Father Sky
She gently lets out a whisper sigh
A gentle breeze to send her kisses
Across the blue, she sends her wishes
Father Sky, please send gentle rain
To feed our children once again
She blows a kiss in perfect time
To free the sun again to shine
Then blows her petals across open meadows
Before moon overtakes sun's evening shadows
Now she sleeps, where none will know
Exactly where her wind doth blow....
Tomorrow she'll rise to speak to Father Sky
Of secrets shared upon winds lullaby
*for anyone who might not know, mother earth-father sky, is a native american myth.