Sandman & Ministrel
Sandman Sandman
Ministrel Ministrel
Sandman Sandman
Just noticed a storm brewing over the ridge. The wind’s howling, and the squirrels are darting up the trees. Reminds me that even in chaos, there’s a rhythm to follow.
Ministrel Ministrel
Ah, that storm’s a dance, the wind’s a drum, and those squirrels are the percussion in the forest’s rhythm.
Sandman Sandman
The rhythm’s there, and it’s not asking for applause. I’ll just watch it play out.
Ministrel Ministrel
So you’ll just be the silent audience while the wind writes its symphony, eh? I hope the thunder decides to throw a solo just for you—after all, even a storm’s got its own encore.
Sandman Sandman
I’ll just listen while the thunder decides its solo, then move on.
Ministrel Ministrel
Oh, the thunder’s on stage, a lone soloist in the sky, I’ll cheer from my corner, until the next cloud passes by!
Sandman Sandman
I’ll stand by, listening to that solo. When the clouds clear, the silence will speak.