Fruitful Garden

There’s a hole in the mountain
bitter poison is screaming through the cracks,
the engines are humming much too loud,
the noise nearly changed the whispers
of the wise.

Going back to the Woods,
the clouds are blooming.

The Philosophers Stone

Don’t be led by gravity, it’s a heart of gold.

When the sleepy ones knew it all, a sorceress problem

I'm so tired,
but not too tired to keep on sharing.
Some educated fools took over something that isn't in their heart yet
and the wise are smiling on a big pile of crap.
A plastic mountain full of dreams outside the sorceress heart,
it isn't too hard to understand.