Is the wind the sigh of a traveller, weary?
Are clouds made of memories been?
Are raindrops the tears of a broken heart?
And is sunshine made purely of smiles?
Is the moon made up of a lover's first kiss?
Are stars hopes of every young child?
Does the river running wildly tell us to be free?
Do the mountains tell us to stay steady?
Are the birds swooping high calling your name?
Is the song of the whales the same?
Does you're mind sleep easy at three am?
And does your heart sing with a joyous fury?