Lightning strikes and flowers fall See the world from a new view. Listen to the poetry and paradox in the frailty and courage of humanity. Your Mother's Mother arched like a silver fish above the water and struck the calm lake and rippled you. Now in your freedom you have stepped from the waters, taken your genes into your own hands and hurled missiles at the stars. Yet you stand not alone. The wind washes your hair and the waters rinse your feet. The sparkle on the snow, the silver of the rain, and the gold of the grain become the love shining in your eyes and the blood beating n your heart. Let flowers bloom in the field of pain, and let light illuminate your mind.