The scent of grass

The sound of birds

The quiet whisper

Of unspoken words

The silent speeches

The vanished yells

The cold and the frost

Of deep black wells

Nothing is said here

There is nothing to say

And silence grows

Day after day

The sight of children

Cold and dead

The noise of hatred

Born and bred

The frosted trees

Of a forever fog

The dark gray color

Of thick smog

Death approaches swift

The air is full of fear

Terror hangs in balance now

The lion and the deer

Stay away from this place

Of fear and pain

Come outside with me

Have it washed away by rain

Life is short

Death comes fast

Live life while you can

Make it last.