I Can Feel (prelude)
In the many years of the world I have grown and prospered. Planted by my own Mother's hand, I was lain amongst her fertility. She covered me in a dark comforting blanket, and with a pat of her tender hands and a refreshing drink, Mother set off to tend to my brothers and sisters. Over the years I have grown to see many a season and in due time, when the birds dance in the sky and the sweet melody of Mother's voice rings clear, it will be my turn to pass on my inheritance. And so to you, my little seedling, I pass on my knowledge, my past, and hopefully even a bit of insight into your future.