My skin tingles,
From the winds chilling breath,
The grass at my back,
And the stars as my blanket,
I feel pleasure beyond comprehension,
And understanding beyond my years,
My heart sings as the moon rises into the sky,
As it gives me the wisdom,
Of those past and those of the future to come,
I understand all before me,
And disagree with all behind,
The difference is the drop of a glass,
Or one single tear,
It changes everything,
One action upon action upon action,
From ones hands,
The future can be set or demolished,
From ones hands,
The moon can stop rising.