So for the winds to blow and grow. So for the sounds of storms. For the fire brings the deepest notes as the wind howls its highest pitch.
Sing for me your song to remind me of my day. For together we watched them come and go from our own places in the world.
For long has it been since lips had sung to greet me on this day, one once fill with hopes and dreams and a smile upon my face.
Sing to me oh elements of secrets you only know. And tell me of the day I was born and of the words said as I was named.
And while you sing and whisper, and as you weave your tales, tell me of so many others in their strongest and weakest days.
Let not the legends drown out the songs of so many that words have forgotten, and sing to me elements of sweetest song, of days long passed and gone.
A prompt response.