Both

I hear you
Peaceful or belligerent
Scraping a piece of mind
Planting in a crystal ball
I see you
Elegant or poignant
Plucking a thorn of rose
Leaving a trace of fall
Clouds never fade
In the eye of oceanic floor
White dances with Blue
Fire mixes with Snow
They say you are the Mother
Of all
They say you are the Bearer
Of Law
I say you are the Source
Of both
Love and Soul
Hatred and Loss