Turn in your dreams
Of pure forests and hills.
Give up your thought
That endless darkness shall fall.
Turn back your sight
From the world of the night
To the glimmering light
And destroyer of time.
Glowing nature is bright-
Feel her ways of delight,
Make her eyes cannot see
The power of thee.
Bring its land to sacrifice.
Why to wait? - Make her feel ice.
Glancing fields are here no more-
In the end they won't reborn.
Why to kill what is not yours?
Why to slain what will converse?
We don't need the nacked truth
That was produced by nature's roots.
The power of man
© Copyright: Дарки, 2005
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