I am the wind that scatters your seeds
I am the tempest of small promises to a lonely earth
I am the kiss of sunshine on your shoulder
I am the bloom that defies the grey

Follow me
I am the taste of warmth behind the bitter of clouds
I am the orchestra of birdsong and bullfrog
I am the wince of the bite before the ripeness
I am the path to the new

I am neither your lion, nor anyone’s lamb
I am the end and the beginning
Follow me