the abundant grains wait the harvester to br ripe the fallen staff, as the rushing wind hurdle the br muddy field of hay; waiting the bird to pick and br pickle br br abode the direction of the Siberian chilled moist br the wishing bell started to tell, the snow ball lasted br for a year and the glacier of Ireland blasted for a call br br nothing has change only for a sun to seat it down, br flagging the window of the shaping hand, where br everybody is dancing and rejoicing the coming final br day, certainly it will come br br let the abode of the heart, is the number one, for br only the heart will come to window the shadow of the br battle field of today, neither be another day will shine; br the raging sea vote to cliff the stone and the bird br above the ocean br br follow each dropp of the rain surely, it pass bye; the br narrow deep blue sea as it conquer the unsinkable br wide ocean of victory......