Misty groves with
moisty ground
as the rain keeps on falling
On the wedding rang
a woody ring
for the newwed couple
Dimlit trench of
damelet trouch
under watery surface
A wasted day
in western delay
still we put some effort
In controlling bursts
of counter bullets
a message sent for decades
But in flowing range
moves forth the flawless reign
mutating through the eons
Like the blades of grass
that bleed and grasp
with the skytears dropping