"The Horizon," a verse while Spring is greeted by rain

We look straight towards the horizon, in the rainbow of our lives,

     Twisting and turning with the wind,

        Stretching body and soul north, south, east and west,
            Flowing, fast or slow, changing rhythm, adapting
                While always maintaining our eyes on the horizon:
             Blow wind as you will we are seeds of life,
         Of ever returning, regenerating seeds of life,
      Embedded in the joy of eternal regenerated life,
   Assassins, imperialists and money mongers
Little can do: we are the wind , we are life, we are love.