The ashes of birds have not fallen from the sky,
and the sun still shines through blue.
The fur of dogs remains unburnt,
and the air is safe to breathe.
The minions of fools remain in power,
unsilenced by their folly.
The limousines remain unmelted,
and fears still darken my heart.
Hold dear to your heart the falling rain;
take in the wind with your lungs.
Be gracious for eyes that stare at the moon
that wafts through fearless skies.