A white feather drops at my feet, and I know you're guiding me to where I'm meant to be - Angel Wings

For mankind you've made your wintry bed.A shipwreck of your own mortality

You wrote my thoughtsFor all the world to seePainted the skyWith immortal words

And where colours likeA rainbow dance alive, asWisdom’s arrows rain downAnd ages come to pass.

We do not create life, we create death.

Life isn't about just talking, it's about thinking too.