Now is the time
In the present hour
A leaf in a wind storm
Dreams follow movement
Floating upon the life force
Falling upon the ground
Weather reports warned
Of a coming time, of cold
And of nature's power
Of all the hopes found
Alive in the present
Without physical form
All fear is absent
We live to transcend
Our path a portent
A future unpromised
It is up to each person
To either ascend or descend
