1Sep/060
Viride: Old words…
The old ones talk
The sun once set
When the world turned dark
When the wind brought wet
Once was sand that held
Once was trees that grew
Now like beetles shelled
Now do not grow new
Just an old ones dream
Just an old ones song
And wet turns to steam
And the dark is gone
(source KRNVR: http://forum.rpg.net/showthread.php?t=282814 )
