Life like a rock
seems to stay
sometimes cliffs
they erode with time
I live between the cracks
and love the angels
who live inside of
the trees
nature is a swallow
nature is a fly
nature is death
yet nature never dies
why don't we love our own nature?

hate brings anger
pain brings sorrow
love is not an angel
time is tomorrow

We left ourselvs naked
on stones beside the sea
I never loved her
yet she never beloved me

somehow there is somewhere
somwhow there is still time
there is no time like this time...