Her eyes watch the coming storm
Power flashes through the sky
Ancient forces which will not cease in the modern landscape.

Her heart pounds feeling the coming storm
Dark clouds race with the ground
Ancient father sky wages his war on our modern landscape.

Her fingers catch the droplets of the coming storm
Earth drinks the blessed offering
Ancient mother Earth soothes the soul in our modern landscape.

Her lungs breathe the scent of the coming storm
Vaulted sky, humble human, cradling earth
Ancient connection fires spirit alive despite the modern landscape.