MoonTorrent

With Calm inside he strikes with power  XX xx xx xx His speed it makes the partner cower Beyond the walls the desert flower  Behold the mountains how they tower 

The drought of light makes it tight  It is hidden at times of drought  When we are parched from lack of light the veil will fall ; it will fail to prevail It will entail the paling of the dark 

I sit in silent thought Taking in what we have wrought  Every figure eight of the baton Conducting the orchestra of our lives Needs a pause a rest a silence  To gather chi to nourish me

I have deep roots and I conquer my fear To dip into the possible and make it real

And the sun will shine on you !