Hush now all, the time is here
For all to sleep, to fade, and burn
The foresight of what is now to come -
Is crystal clear compared to none
The seed of trees,
The eggs of larks,
The sounds you hear while playing harp
The break of day, the fall of night
The crash of waves, the seagulls' cry
The eyes of youth, the endless grave
The wailing of the serenades..sung by loons below
Nature is the loudest voice, the one and only perfect choice
Driven by the voice of God, everlasting Lord of hosts..

"Anticipate" -Robert S.

i like this, thanks robert :)