The waves keep on crashing wildly,

Swirling her cell with dryness.

The greens and blues of her Universe are descending;

Blankness has discovered her hunger;

The Forest of shrieks feed on her ears.

Her heart is a stage for the thorns;

The glooms are applauding their dances.

With every breath, she is bleeding.

The wounds are soaring higher and higher. The aches collapse with the fluttering.

A quill reaches her swiftly.

The ink overflow her hollowness.

The leaves are dancing joyously.

The branches of her quill live on forever.

Her trees illuminate the Universe;

Strengthening the souls of lonely stars.