Gift To El

The mountains whispered your name through the sky. The rivers carried secrets they couldn't

deny. A thousand suns burned out in their glow. Yet here we

stand, where time cannot go. Oh creator, oh dreamer of

light. Your shadow dances with day and night. Come take the

gift from your wisest child. The stars have bowed and the storms have smiled.

All the colors now meld into one. The war is over,

the new mayday has begun. They marched with faith,

though their hands held none. They sang for truth till their voices were gone.