A sort of old fashionedy style poem.
| Song of the earth and the sky
For the clouds they are colluding
in the evershifting skies;
and the wind it is asinging
with its poetry of sighs,
and the flowers blaze in colours
and the similes of love,
while the leaves forever changing
as the seasons do move.
The rain does naught but tumble
from dark clouds deep aloft,
while a sunset builds a palace
with reds and ambers soft.
And the year's pool is aswirling
like a wheel travels round
and the snow will soon be 'pon us
with a sprinkle on the ground;
and the poor will suffer shivers
lying cold upon the streets;
the old will shake from agues
from head top to their feet.
But I will love you ever
with a warmth inside my breast
till we will lie together
for that eternal rest.