Peaceful drews the dew at crack of dawning,
turmoils shelter treachery by nature.
Truce appears while shouting storm are calling,
where inhere no whistling winds await her.
Wild are seasons that refresh compassion,
come as galing gazes when tempest goes.
All colliding clouds like dim imagine,
dark becomes the sky, it tears, it furrows.
Whirl up thoughts of fear and faith asunder,
Silent turns the night in loudest thunder.
