When the Skies call my name,
I have no choice but to answer
For how can I ignore the summons
Of a wind-borne messenger?

When the Seas whisper to me,
I find myself running
To reach the foamy shores,
And slip into peace.

When the Rain caresses me softly,
I stand with glee in the showers;
Each little droplet cascading
Down my trembling body.

When the Wing echoes my words,
I turn to her soft voice
Like a frightened child
Turns to its mother.

When the Night welcomes me
As a long-lost heiress,
I take my place in the darkness,
To sit on the throne eternally.