I should have known your frowning skies hid your angry eyes, that icy tears would fall on us in your creepy windy white. I should have known your envy of the colours.
No matter wars or winter’s tail, no matter soil, a sandy trail, an echo of the ancient sea, while dreaming of the tree of life I see you here now. You stand no matter if I strive to rise. I bow to you and smile! 🙂