The blowing of the wind arouses
Nostalgic recollections never before seen.
The landscape that one finds now,
Is a fragment of proof of what once long ago nurtured us all.
Just as rain returns to the sky and then falls to earth again,
The present is equally a part of the past.
The fault lines of the earth, a chain of knowledge, keep questioning us.
Expressing our respect for nature’s great dignity.