I am a boy who listens to the wind

To hear the voices of the mountains.

As I walk into the wilderness,

I hear a bird chirp, a frog croak,

And a snake slither in the tall grass.

Something screams as I walk,

Wandering through the woods.

Something goes by quicker than the eye.

My spine tingles as I walk,

My heart beats harder and harder each step.

My brain aches,

My heart quakes.

I feel a terrible draft.

There it is again, as it keeps going by

Quicker than the eye.

As I worry walking, I think I'm being watched.