Mother Nature of Bohemian dreams
A taker of the wind to outward extremes
A lover of the passion and of the rage
A heretic looking for a war to wage
A rebel of the stillness of the quiet seas
Stirring the clouds as the sunmaster flees
Filling the air with lightning and fury
A scent of the wild tempest in a hurry
A prelude for the ambrosian air to follow
The divine sweetness of the skies of hallow
The pleasure of the soothing against the skin
A brushing from the breath of the seraphim
The subdued kingdom of the all unseen
A floating paradise above the green
Ambrosia in the air, the postlude of a storm
Rising from the mist of Mother Nature born