The Wise man is so wise he lads the heavens rise over the heaven�s tree casting the rain to raise over the troubling world.
It is as if when heaven turns its back on us making me ask history to tell me a story about my ancestor.
History nods its head saying that it does not know history of our ancestor as its name is hear to the heaven�s trees saying it knows all of the past.
I have migrate to my ancestor�s grave asking to hear story of there life for me to hear, but then only lies an empty box of no spirit.
That is why to today I have rise to the heaven�s kingdom and ask the creator of light to tell me where my people came from before they ever reached the kingdom of heaven.
The creator of light then ignores me as it visit the other side of this world making me feel stupid.
So mad at kingdom of heavens as I started reading books in a pile reaching the heaven�s kingdom, hills, and trees.
Ever since, that day I had read no history, but many poetry to the heaven�s kingdom, hills, and trees, but none made by my ancestor have been write on a piece of paper.
Therefore, I write poetry reaching the heaven�s kingdom, hills and trees that rise over history to make my ancestor reborn from the spirit world as I have learn my lesson in this fable history
