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?