Nothing made him happy
The flowers the rain the spring the sky
He found everything a curse
He never noticed the sword,
the sword above his head.
He just walked with eyes and ears closed
The flood, the drought, the stream, the rain
Nothing bothered him, at last the time has come
The time to realize and the time to fight
Those where my pleas, never my roar
Those where my tears, never my revenge
He named it flood, covid and what not
But never noticed the sword, the sword above his head.
Its time, time to return back, back to self
Time to stay away and to be safe
Time to go back, back to nature
Days are ahead, the days of peace
Days when man and nature live in harmony
