Soft steps slip over moss,
Calm breath threads through the pines;
Storm stirs within the shade,
Her gaze upon our backs.
We hush and hurry on,
Yet feel her drawing near.

Air curls itself to dread,
Leaves shiver sharp with fear;
She follows down our path,
Her will leaned hard toward us.
We quicken in our stride,
Her whisper cuts the air.

You are the drive beneath my breath,
a steadfast friend through every tide;
You are the drive beneath my breath,
my constant shadow by my side.

Fast steps along the trail,
My pulse pounds running wild;
Her breath along my neck,
The woods grow thin and pale.
My call goes to my friend,
a plea pressed tight by dread.

Sky tears against the earth,
Her fury strikes with spite;
We brace before her roar,
Her wrath pours down like night.
Branches snap in her hands,
The wind commands our flight.

You are the courage beneath my breath,
your presence bends the storm away;
You are the courage beneath my breath,
a steadfast guard against the ray.

A flash breaks through the sky,
A chill like fate descends;
We clasp throughout the night,
Our steps to shadows bend.
No cry, just silver gleams,
Together into dark we wend.

You are the spirit beneath my breath,
the guiding glow that softens death;
You are the strength beneath my breath,
the steady pulse that holds our depth.
We wander far through shadowed green,
where distant storms return unseen;
Our footsteps weave the forest’s core,
bound ever,...moving evermore.