The prospect changes, of changing gasps perplex
the everlasting green,
The shaman pounds, the shaman sings the paradox of love
in grieving, like pepper corns
The glorious days whiff exciting; Energies glum trembles
the echoes of any impression
Harassing lives hinged, bound, and undefined.
Everything is a declaration. None shall last.
The carved steps of rest relieved the forest breaths and will
its final gale at last -- and it was the truth.
