We see heavy clouds come and go;
we sweat and hope for rain
for our gardens are dry and weary,
and our bodies, oh, so dreary.
Rain will break the fear
of ‘Troppo’ madness and more beer:
of thunder, with all its lightning
which can be very frightening;
 

Life;
Heat of heart and soul;
Heat of set of sun;
Heat of passive fine time
In truth of our homes;
 
Truth of life forward;
Truth of empty wishes;
Truth of all creatives' bellies;
Truth of every rend of time.
 
Without fire
We exist in spirit only.
With fire we create talks
And truths of talks.