The Monsoon - Havok

The rains reached the the land

Like a cold cleansing hand

Amidst flaming fiery fields

Surrounding the saints of sand

Water revives the chasms

Sparkling, cleansing, healing

Enables the human phantasm

Seeing, touching, feeling

The invigorating air

Reanimates, recreates, energizes

Ocean floors and mountain lairs

Fuels our human devices

Gaze far above the clouds

Beyond your static animation

Seek answers in the soil and shrouds

Practice powerless meditation

Whenever wisdom may enter

The obvious will suffice

Behold the trees as your mentor

Solitude is the price

Rewards of isolation seems

The vast beauty of the elements

The fundamental constituent dreams