I started out in search of ordinary things
How much of a tree bends in the wind?
I started telling the story without knowing the end...

I used to be darker, then I got lighter, then I got dark again
And something too big to be seen was passing over and over me
Well, it seemed like a routine case at first
With the death of the shadow came a lightness of verse
But the darkest of nights, in truth, still dazzles...