Close you eyes, little one –
It whispers…
Close your eyes and listen –
To the water-wet cries of wings and wild voices.

There is majesty here and silence.
There is glory in the heavy skies and naked trees.

Listen to the cold kiss of wind and salt-laden air.
The scent of darkened groves, long-forgotten.
Listen little one, listen.

Wait a while little one –
It croons…
Wait a while and listen –
To the endless lapping of chill stones and sea forces.

There is victory here; frost of winter and faceless fogs.
There is symphony reborn.

Listen to the ceaseless strain of root and bow.
The countless tides repeating.
Listen little one, listen.

Tell your heart little one –
It counsels…
Tell your heart to listen –
To the silent song of harshest wild, the perfect freedom.

There is melody here, the priceless requiem,
Of limb and stone and shore, and voiceless wing.

Listen to the breath of this great masterpiece,
This shattering of ice and recreation of the dawn.

Tell your heart little one –
Tell your heart to listen.