The winter comes
The frog is happy
She becomes AS the giant
Chasing the tiger
Who searched for a small hole
Made by a small ant
Digging deepest womb of the mount
He vibrated and CHURM OUT THE BUG
HE CARRIED THAT CLOUD
He threw it and overlapped
The cloud got anger
She cried, cried
The rains downed
As the tears were there
It revolted and made a fact
The flies spread their wings
The wings prevented the sun from getting up
The sun cried
The waves blew up
Making the fishes in rows
Demanding the barghout to nip
The moon who planned to the sun
The moon cried
The winds were up
The date trees threw their date over the birds
Who drew the Thorne from the sun
They gave the throne to mum
My mum, yours are the queen
We must be their knights
THE NEEDING OF LOVE, RESPECT, FAITH AND THE HOEST,. THEY BE ABSENT.