what maketh rain and shadow fall,
what maketh nature heed its call;
what maketh day to follow night,
what maketh love the mind to fight;
what maketh dream the heart to speak,
what maketh death the soul to seek;
what maketh hope and peace to reign,
what maketh war the world in pain.
Arik Fletcher
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inception-2/
