Flames lick the dry wood,
Waves splash against the sand,
Earth stands silently still,
Air moves the windmill.
Everything goes as it should,
Everything goes as it would,
On a normal, boring day,
And if there was a way,
To make the normal change,
Would you change the tilt of time?
Would you change the way things move,
The way that things go about there day,
In there own silent or maybe noisy way,
Would you change our way of life,
Our silent, tiny, way,
The way, the way we go about or day?
