• Listen to the gentle winds,
    Blades of grass sighing their silent song.
    Watch the leaves as they dance,
    Driven by wind but restricted by branch.
    A calm spring day is a welcome sight,
    A welcome sound and a welcome scent.
    The clouds grow dark and they day grows older,
    It becomes cold as if Winter were to come again.
    He who stands bold must enjoy the torrent,
    For a breeze turns to wind and wind to a gust.
    Flashes mark the coming of a great, ancient beast,
    Dotting the skies with an illumination of fear.
    Tame not this beast of nature and dare not stand in its path,
    For even the mightiest fall before nature's anger.
    Tides may rise and strike the shores,
    But nothing strikes more fear than that without bounds.
    Fall before the mighty hammer that strike the anvil of the Gods,
    Cower before the very magic of nature as it smites those that anger it.
    Beg not should you find yourself on the wrong end of the Gods of the Storm,
    Instead offer a humble apology and allow them their will.
    Speak your words unto the deaf ears of the clouds,
    But hear your answer in the infinite echo of the storm.
    For this Earth is naught but a giant stage,
    Intended for the orchestration of thunder's rolling drums.
    Lay your head child and do not be afraid so long as you do as you're asked,
    Lay your head child and enjoy the sound of the Storm's Verse.