Who shall fly towards the mineral soil?

Who ought to fade when the flakes lighten the grass?

Who must revisit the ocean sky to accompany the blossoms?

And follow the air current when monsoons howl at Earth

And travel across the trails to observe those creatures

Ah! Those creatures

Bathed in leather, fur, and wool

Some dripping in moist water and others standing aside

With enormous metal and iron

They made noises

Both the metal and the creatures

And as the wind relieves the heat

And the creatures start to move

One by one the bark tumbled down

The path ended

And leaves crushed

Who now ought to sprout?