it is from fire that life
borrows its warm light
from the open skies
that it paints its pallet bright
it is from the whispering wind
that we learn to speak
from its strange voices
we get the answers we seek
it is from the drops of rain
that our thirst is quenched
from our hearts hunger
that our souls are drenched
it is from the laughter of dreams
that we learn to live and think
but when i want to be fulfilled
it is from your sweet body that i drink