She lives in the drop's
Spaced by seconds in time.
The shades of water tell
Her whole life's story to the end.
Sadness is her world
But there it is not always so.
It's a mirror reflection
In your eyes.
She dances to her flute
In the rain bare of foot.
The base of the thunder,
Is the drum of her brother.
Following the flow of the wind
The tornado is her spirit
Following the path of the lost
Not yet to be found.
The hail is her tears,
Frozen with her sorrow.
Foretelling the pain of man,
Not yet to be told.
