I walk on quiet leopard's feet
I stand atop a brand new day
I live inside the rainy sky
And dwell beneath the bird's pathway.

I am a tiara of mountain peaks
It is I who slink across the land
Cloaking the earth in a shrouded film
Yet I leave no footprints as my brand.

In all I do, I can make no sound
I envelop the planet in my grasp
I do not feel the cold of the wind
On my body no skin, on my cloak no clasp.

I could not harm the pink skin of your wrist -
Fear me not, I am only the mist.