I see the shadows on the walls
Shadows that roam aft nighttime falls
I hear the sound that grips the air
But when I search there’s nothing there.
I feel a shaking all around
But there’s no movement to be found
I sense a trembling ‘mongst the trees
But there’s no wind amid the leaves.
While underneath the seething grows
The mountains lift, the lava flows
The desert spreads, the oceans rise
This earth’s preparing for reprise !