In the silence of the night
Bitter winds bite
Starless night encage
The words
That should be said

Atop the highest rocks
A small flower stands
Singing the lullaby
To deep slumber
Calmness, it offers

Cruel storm approaches
Darker, darker
Wind crushes all
Harder, harder
At last, the flower fell
Deeper, deeper

Destroyers passed
And then, another day
Sky still spreads
Wind still hums
Cycle repeats
But without the flower.