I wanted to walk and never stop,
though the wind blew angrily at my hair,
and I could see my ragged breath in front of me.
I'm trying to believe in help because times are rough,
I imagine us kiss and you holding me close.
It wasn't your turn to die.

The water turned red and rain washed you away,
I curled up in my empty bed-- not a friend in the world.
Your touch still lingered so how could you be gone?
I wish the man that came to my door that day was you,
telling me that another man was dead, but you were safe.
Yes that's the truth.
It wasn't your turn to die.

a cold wind freezes my darkening skin
it will be soon now, as I wear thin.
my leaves and thorns have chipped away,
it won’t be long before my stem gives way.
snow and frost cluster along my petals,
my stem is frozen where the snow settles.
a harsh winter breeze slices through the air,
stripping my beloved petals, no more can I bear.

Are they horses racing upon an infinite horizon,
Gods and goddesses thrusting lightning bolts towards one another,
Fishes jumping up high from a misty embrace,
Or just white and grey clouds rumbling through the evening sky?

Sunlight trails along the fluffy white giants, outlining the puffs in a golden mist.
Darker cloud fronts drifting away, sulking down into the shadows,
Silhouettes of distant hawks soar against the shades of blue that paint the sky.
The sun illuminates low hanging thinner clouds with a faint pink glow.

The fiery sun goddess bows nearly beneath the cloudy horizon,
Darkening the sky and setting the pink clouds dancing with the colour of flames.
Soon the blues are overwhelmed with darkness and the clouds fade with the sun.