The trees bend above our heads
But yet we do not feel inclosed,

The currents hurry down the stream
We do not fear how fierce it flows,

Many hear voices in their heads
But yet aren't scared of the dead,

Daily feel the strength of the wind
But wonder of the words it sings,

The rain could crash& bang and clatter
But none of that really matters,

What we really fear are the daily faces We all see & all the voices which we hear.