There were many
But now there is any?
Where are they?
The land is deserted.
Where are they?
The wind from land whispered
It was becoming angry
It wanted to go to greenery to freedom
But it cannot
Why, who is stopping it
Where are they?
It cried out.
They are treating an inmate
It's not a relative
It's a stranger
It's suspicion was feared.
Why it came?
To cleanse our surrounding
Or as an enemy in near
For the end of folk.
No one replied
But there will be a rise up,
A rise up from mortal to
Immortal, to reconquer.
The folk will gather one day
With unity and integrity.
For this one should
Pass the desert.
A desert with mind
The mind is our doctors
They will carry us
On to the greenery.