The father of wind wants to know us,
So bring the child into my backyard.
The mother of rain looks through my window,
she just asked me some questions.
Thursday morning, it’s so exciting outside.
As if we have found the central point.
As if Apollo had appeared by our side.
While you like different stories, you need to read more books.
Once you were full of colour, a blank slate ready to be drawn upon.
Now, you have become a great picture.
Not only is it possible, it is also real.
Whatever the truth may be, we shall seek it.
