The flight of a thought
The run of the deers
The growth of a mountain
The passing of years

The gurgle of creeks
Loyalty of wolves
Knocks of woodpecker beeks

Ruthlessly turns the wheel
Crushes this brief existence
Fate is yet to reveal
Its hollow indifference

It rises with the sun
It comes with the rain
With the glaciers slow run
A lustrous moraine
The end is the beginning
Where chaos is order
Reason without purpose
A dying immortal

The flight of the hawks
The swimming of eels
The weathering of the rocks
Dead matter that feels

In this endless vortex of pain the stronger remain
Waiting for relief in vain until it comes with the rain
All the beings too tired to fight become one with the light
Of an aging sun turning red from white burning its blue satellite
Too late to be wise praying to empty skies
Took ages to realize what was left to sacrifice
It’s a lethal wonder as the world goes under
To moulder to dross and dematerialize

It rises with the sun
It comes with the rain
With the glaciers slow run
A lustrous moraine
The end is the beginning
Where chaos is order
Reason without purpose
A dying immortal