The wind coming from between the mountains Force a road to wash down lofty bold slopes, The snow descends like the white Ravens, Brave hunters diving into the hungry waves. What was it about the force of nature? Freshness and freedom coming forth in the morning, New issues of breath flow from a real creator, A wellspring of life is found in everything. From the silence of the morning dew Not hurried by time painted portrait of illusions, Or the revived spirit surviving in you, Nature has always been a mystery for all concerns. But there is something inspiring, Springing with each string straining.