“Death” my nemesis to be. I Shall not give you my dissenting.
For I’m a star upcoming; you see,
you heard my astrology within the silence
from far away to unrelenting.
See us bright and see us as your guide to be;
and I shall plead my honour for all to flee,
from a story of words beginning from the tree,
to swim, to follow the stream and to smell the sea,
For I share this beauty with thee.
To whittle with my tongue,
honesty has spoken to the young.