Remove your clothes and let the cold discipline you,
Open up and allow the heat to expose you.
Open the window and allow the wind to inspire you.
All admire the green pastures, but I say they hide the fertile soil that nourishes them...
So then green is a color of hypocrisy; brown is rich, brown is pride.
See the skin of those of the Dark Continent, as the sun beats against their skin.
Yes, I too was under the spell of the willows...
Forgive me for ending this writing here...