Álamo
The sun is rising up cleaning clouds
shining stronger
Old rituals are about to begin
dusk is over.
lost winds turning their way
and the big tree’s aware
High flags doing spirals in skys
waving signs, so far.
So come Earth eat me
I am just nothing but that
floating dust.
Landscapes and growing
forest, thick air, ending cycle
Giants waves breaking in profecis
getting real, it’s time.
So come rain take me
I am just nothing but that
waterfall.
So come sun burn me
I am just nothing but that
desert land.
