The air is hot
Heart feels worried
Leaf leaves fall
What remains is little
Children looking for their parents
It was ruined my village
I'm sorry
Is this what natural anger calls?
This cracked ground
This hot cloud
larvae flowing
People are running
When I get back
The nature I once knew has changed
Gone is the glimmer of hope
Will find my house
Its convenient
The beautiful one
Thank goodness I'm still alive
this mortal world
~ parlo
