Natural disaster
I think about the trees that protect me from the blazing sun.
The birds that sing me to sleep
The wind that keeps me cool
But eventually
I Stop Thinking
(whisper) And Close my eyes
The wind
It's good
It’s Great
AND GOD SAID
Die!
(whisper)Reincarnate
CHANGE!
A wing? a beak!? some feathers!!?
Look around!!!!!!!!!!
The place you called home...is gone!
Houses but no home!
Where Fifty trees once stood
(whisper) And Close your eyes
The wind
It feels good
And God said
Die!
(whisper)Reincarnate
Change
Skin, hair, nails
Meditate
(whisper)Close your eyes
Close your eyes!
Close your eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wind?
Where is the Wind?
This…….
(whisper)This is no good.