Silently the last wind wispers in a spooky way.
Water lies smooth , of what we nothing know.
Nothing breaks the mirror that in the dark resembles ice.
The trees that fought with the wind, now get their rest.

Life breaks the mirror, circles grow fast.
Lord yellow gives courage in what we nothing know about.
The system`s Lord is rising fast.
The bleak flees from the pike so fat.

The wood anticipates the wind somewhere.
Trees are now asked to do the dance.
Serinity only exists with the darkness.
Work takes on after serenity.

/Mikael alias Livet