Hear the winds from the windows of heaven, blowing swiftly, directly on the different directions.

Spreading forth the water's of the sea like a tent. See the waves are waving goodbyes from the old inhabitants.

Hear the roar from the ground floors. Listen to the rivers roaring and flowing backwards with the same manner that he knows the end from the beginning.

Hear the trees starting to sing melodies, and the tunes of my ancient times, as the grass grows in winter days.

My roots are hidden deep within and they goes on with the clap and tap. Don't leave the gap tap along.

Hear the silence of the supernatural...