Low sun shines
Glistening holly leaves,ah
A wood pigeon passes
All the trees shiver
And the ends of shrubs waving
Makes me think,goodbye
Leaves like littls stars
Bare wood like burnt sienna
With its glowing orange tinge
Why are shadows long?
The sun blinds me in winter
Then it creates a moving image
Indifferent sun
Knows not of Middle East hell
But God remembers, suffers.
Criminal Jesu.
God descended to this world
He dies with victims
Why the torture
Fighting inevitable~But why such sadism?
Weep as the trees lean.
Sparrows shudder, remain.
Life is here again
How my heart sings 