Hear the winds from the windows of heaven, blowing swiftly; directly on the different directions.

Spreading forth the water's of the sea like a tent. see the waves are waving goodbyes from the old inhabitants.

Hear the roar from the ground floors. listen to the rivers roaring and flowing backwards with the same manner that he knows the end from the beginning.

Hear the trees starting to sing melodies, and the tune's of my ancient times, as the grass grows in winter days.

My roots are hidden deep within, and they goes on with the clap and tap, don't leave the gap tap along.

Hear the silence of the supernatural conductor, conducting from the ends of the earth.

Standing by the will of it's creator, as silence was a language too.

Hear the lyrical mountains flowing through my stanzas, It's a bonanza from the storehouse of blessings.

Let the angels ascend and descend to bring forth righteousness in the midst of wickedness.

Hear the people say: we've never seen something like this ever before, surely people are grass.

They withers when they're not watered by the holy spirit poured by the real founder who created and made there after.

Hear here: sit on his right hand till he makes your enemies thine footstool for your feet.

God is the creator of the heaven and earth, He shalt work and shalt let it?

I pray that the winds of change hoover across the whole earth to bring peace and harmony to all the brethrens in the land of the living.

‘Evergreen will always be contagious to wickedness’.
© Elias Rakoboa 🇿🇦