Whistling winds 

Whirled through the trees.

Rigid rocks glowed 

In the spectacular 

Beam of yellow.

The birds flew like dandelions 

in the wind.


A sea of clouds

Wafted in front of

The sun.


Without a guiding beacon

Sadness invades

The land.


The flowers

Aren't smiling,

The trees aren't


Nothing survives

Without the