miniver "A wind sways the pines,
And below
Not a breath of wild air;
Still as the mosses that glow
On the flooring and over the lines
Of the roots here and there.

The pine-tree drops its dead;
They are quiet, as under the sea.
Overhead, overhead
Rushes life in a race,
As the clouds the clouds chase;
And we go,
And we drop like the fruits of the tree,
Even we,
Even so."
Barrett Fall to your knees
and bow to the Phantom Lord!
sarpedon Years of stagnation
Remaining at peace
Hanging in the limbs
Swaying in the wind

The spark of life
Ignites the fire
Inspires the soul

Having suffered the burn
Ready for new life
Grows out once again
Alive just once more
what's it to you?
who go