The flower,
Its blades picked one by one...

Unto my hearth nature invites the soul,
The flow of the wind, my lungs...

Nature is my House of Worship,
My Altar, upon it lays the breeze of wind...

O, Ivory Tower, sought amongst strands coast to...
As if in spite, your foundation is built unto the...

Upon rivers revealing steam stridden waters within...
Within winters fiery chill, alluring coldness...

The leaflet flows sideways
And pecks at the people...

We wept
And cried for ourselves...

Take a diamond
And put it to your eye...

Risen upon the shore came a phantom,
His heart tied vain with thoughts of ransom...

I watched the foresters chop and slash at the...
Wielding their muscular axes with a mighty roar...