Dreaming With Fire

Fire, don’t see what they are Hier,

them for what they are Lier,

all told me all that they not are. Laugh,

much as you can Tond much you can Remember,

they are Yes, they are

They are the blessed off blessings

They are the wings of penguins

They see, that what you can’t

They feel all that really will remain.

Lam and blind and deaf and dumb

All come and all started to hum

Sweet and soft and good and loft

Slowely slowely nature also started to be num

All that what I thought and for what I fought Lord,

you are the creator of creators

Maker of makers and inventor of inventors

Then, Mankind why do you start to make aah

Don’t you feel and don’t you saw

What is nature and what is its law

Well all thrilling and shining

There are four seasons with colors

All different and all matters

Birds with sweet sounds, animals with good look

Sometimes the heat of summer makes shrook

Spring, winter and autumn also sours

It makes us feel that he is the blessor of blessings

Giver of givings and creator of all creatings