Nothing left covered, nothing Lost,
Nothing holding me back, Nothing in-between.
Like hot water meeting cold.
When it loses its rainbow colors,
fades into one.
The torrents become boisterous
Hurricanes gushes from mountain to mountain
Like fishes in a desert plain
At the end all waters flow to the sea
In the center of the orchard,
The voice of the nightingale in a storm.
The Lilly grows into twin branches,
Like the pillars of Samson’s temple.
The depth of every push brings alive
The joys of tomorrow.