covered the face with the white snow
listened to the lectures of the old professors.
Thundering, lightning, preaching the ethics
But a sucker in me when sucked the clouds
Cold statics was changed in a hot dynamics
Buried alive the ethics, no grave no shrouds.
Hard snow when melted with smiles of the sun
The rivers started dancing on its very first call
The red hot earth turned soft and green,
Colors and aroma scattered over all.
Closed the book of ethics on the very first showers
Joined the rivers and the colorful flowers!