Silent lands, noise of placid morrows
The noise of silence and nature
Seas remain calm, lakes untouched
The rise of non-human culture
Winds have no force, no one staring the Sun
No one imagining figures on clouds
No living feeling the breeze of a wind
Nor the shining beauty of the Winter
Overall life force flowing beneath
Through the petrified figures of the living
When history remaines unwritten, forgotten
Hidden statues of past, future led into ash
As the trees whimper in storm
As the hands of immortal reach the leaves
Through its arms the leaf flies away
Leaving the one in confusion