gather round, listen
            I will tell you a secret;

                              would you think the mountains were still
                          if the clouds hugged them so tight,
                                             can you hear its heartbeat?

                  that distant echo in the valley,
                        the still breathing of the gods

                    there is life in all things
                        do not discount the small instances

              what better way to eliminate the fog
                    than wiping away the tears of the earth?