I push through reeds and mountain dust

and make clouds hover, and move

 

This endless pilgrimage of flow 

and feist and calm. 

 

Relentless

Rain, sleet, hail

Cold and warmth

 

Mix the two I become obscene

become the patron of destruction

I twirl and flail and dance but only misery in my wake;

 

I strive to return to keep things breezy

but I am forced to mix and struggle,

So I have learnt to appreciate the calm

as compensation for the trouble.