Who?

Who turns on the rain?

And turns it off again.

Who creates the flittering snow?

And lets it know, when its time to go.

Who switches on the blazing sun?

When a new morn has just begun.

Who fires up the raging hail?

As from the heavens it cast a trail.

Swaying seas the foam and rise.

As though suppressed, then suddenly reaching for an open sky.

And across the universe twinkling stars.

Imaginary, constellations, near and far.

Who might command the plants to grow?

As in the breeze they sway, too and fro.

And who should tell the wind when to blow?

Electrifying an autumn show.

Who whispers dearly in your ear?

There are no things in life, that you should fear.

Who? I ask you who?