They have appeared again,
I feel the rain falling
Once again, she wails;
Down I begin to plummet
Above the solid ground -
The wind pulls at the trees,
Creating a moaning sound...
From my blue-grey sky -
Drenching my body,
As, up above, a crow flies...
Fortelling a death to be -
An ache within my breast
Shows the one to die is me...
Below the frozen earth,
Buried beneath the soil;
Ready for my rebirth...
� November 15, 1999
