The irony of cold

Yet leaves still grow 

The eyes in the sky keep on starring deeply into your signs

What more can it be?

Yet thy truthful growth of oneself turns away

The world keeps rolling down the dunes

Oh those dunes

Sandy dunes

Covering eyes of dirt and wind from what is true

Roses never fell from the sky

Yet those still grow on muddy ground

Keep singing now lovely child

Bring the thunder with you without rain

Let it croak like deep pain

Let the thorns grow like flawed rose

Until the end

Until sunset beg