Thy face is often veiled and dark.
Traveling unseen through terrain that creatures dare not lurk.

You hide where none seem to think,
and move with every swift blink.

Many men refuse to lay eyes upon your gift,
for most will feel it is but blasphemy that you are able to exist.

Within the deepest confines of thy living soul,
it is but an abundant treasure that ye graciously hold.
Treasure that no man has ever bought, traded, nor sold.

A moment living, nuzzled, warm in your embrace;
body is lost, and nothing remains but truth, harmony and grace.

Carried by will, wind, and word,
to forget or ignore thee is utterly absurd.
For a wise man proves the knowledge in which they have heard.