Swiftly in the breeze,
Greatest tides crash,
Children playing softly in the sand.
Geese flock in arrows and the sky so warm,
I witness the power of sanity,
Yet I recoil from it in unforgettable agony.
The truth is that in this world,
You become what you are,
And you die that way.
I must disagree,
For even if the great moon shining in the sky collapses into the ocean below, the stars remain,
Windows are stricken with wondrous colours,
Displaying ideas of the children,
Women gasp at the shaded red and blue,
But they can’t know you.
Orange, red, and white.
Fallen they glide with the vibrations in the air,
Forgotten once again.