Hearing the calls from the whispering trees
I search for whence they came
Hearing their messages once again
It clings to the whispering winds

I stare up at the pallid moon
I plead to the burning sky
From where the midnight whispers call
I hear their deafening cry

Aloft a hill the sky is dim
Shadows of cliffs enwrap the rocks below
Uniting me with the harmony of the cosmos
Never have I stood so bold