The winds blow
A still sound
A voice whispers
Notes combined with yearnings
of a not so distant time
The trees hearken and move

The waters are called and they respond
with downpours
Drenching souls cries
an answer to prayer
Of a distant decree
In a faraway land
communities stand united
as they utter their offerings

A wise rendition
A poised tradition
A simple edition
Prized for recognition
Because his voice is small and still
He spoke and said
I am coming soon