Morning.

WHEN THE WIND IS SLOW AND THE FIRE'S HOT THE VULTURE WAITS TO SEE WHAT ROTS

OH HOW PRETTY, ALL THIS SCENERY.

THIS IS NATURE'S SACRIFICE

WHEN THE AIR BLOWS THROOOUGH WITH A BRISK ATTACK, THE REPTILE TAIL RIPS FROM ITS BACK

WHEN THE SUN SETS WE WILL NOT FORGET THE RED SUN OVER PARADISE