You may puck me dry like an hoard of locust, does an field of dreams you may split the sky apart with your wild thunder and storm you may lay on an cracking mountain of gold with eye indifferent  you may be the peaceful snow frost on the top of an new lair of snow  You may be the hidden Titan Appearing like the thunderous winds you may lie in the sky above, aloft and alone shining with an light above all other Or  you might be a the one around us all, staring in silence are you truly happy?