The Beginning of the End -1

1.The END

These smoke laden grasslands
And the hot blowing wind
With the sun shining in the lowlands
The cows mowing the farms.

These noises of the factory
And those silent days are gone
With the voice of Samba's story
The oldmen far from town.

These lights that burn the darkness
And shy away the wolves
With the magic of the forest
The spirits that shine the stars

These skins that wrap your feet up
And wont let you feel the rocks
With the misty damp of the black soil
The water between the toes.

These coins and cloth and tea-breaks
And nothing more to own
With no time to breathe the cool wind
The seeds of end are sown.