See you where there is nothing you make it everything.
Blame it on earthlings and get bored with breathing.
Fan out your plume for you're prettier than reading.
And oh how I love to see the words on the page.

You came down slowly our agony receding.
Watching you falling triumphant we cried out.
Yours truly great mist, mist of wind, bolder rain now.
Let us just another time try to call you by name.