And fountain of words, unexplained -

Just to flow naturally, nonstop 

As force inactive clueless so meaningless, 

Nay the tides rule it  unbounded, staying alone.

Weird time looks forward indeed beyond history, 

To find and make it again altogether as nostalgia -

So could fly like insects with the wings of joy, weightlessly -

But seasonal winds left it aside again and again, 

Until the Holy fire spread out all around.

Born and died like sound for a while -

Witnessing the miser, the demolition of sorrowland, 

O! The awaiting for the final assumption at last -

For the curious species yet to come with what? 

Thus memories would be locked forever untraced, 

Let it remember the funeral of love -

Looking through the secret window of mind, 

And ought to feel the beauty of nature.

As a companion of a rose, a tulip -

A singing bird and a woman to meet, 

Before the call of the wild might be reaching.