Rythm of the Earth

On the horse rideth the rider
Wind is its name
Floweth through the earth
Maketh music with the trees
Then fleeth all the bees

The wind and the horse
Bound in purpose
Separateth death from life
The earth is its sounding cymbal

The hoofs maketh music with the earth
Listen, listen and feel the rhythm
Dance to the acoustic shrieking sound
Mystical in its undertone
Yet divine in its overtone

On the tides of the wind
The wind rideth the horse
Search, search, show the man that shall ride
Upon the horse rideth by the wind

To separate death from life
To make music with the earth
Playing through the trees as a flute
To give rhythm to them who live and die
The pleasure of music of life and death.