Breath of life is being stopped!
The woods, evergreen high walls
deadened by axes
just like war corrupts
always history
Through any obscene pretentions
the woodcutters are pushed by
material interests
dead trees to throw to
the raging river
To the open sea the stream
massively drifts the big logs
they're all uniform
as human masses
thrown to consumption
From time to time a creator
changes the shapeless wooden
in a boat for trips
just like a poet sculpts
his soul to blossom
Then ancient strength and wisdom
of the eternal ancestors
flows into mankind
dreamer's oxygen
brings back life again
