Havok The Monsoon
The rains reached the the land
Like a cold cleansing hand
Amidst flaming fiery fields
Surrounding the saints of sand
Water revives the chasms
Sparkling, cleansing, healing
Enables the human phantasm
Seeing, touching, feeling
The invigorating air
Reanimates, recreates, energizes
Ocean floors and mountain lairs
Fuels our human devices
Gaze far above the clouds
Beyond your static animation
Seek answers in the soil and shrouds
Practice powerless meditation
Whenever wisdom may enter
The obvious will suffice
Behold the trees as your mentor
Solitude is the price
Rewards of isolation seems
The vast beauty of the elements
The fundamental constituent dreams
