The great tit struts, the peacock expresses it's colorful delight,
The female begins to tear up, the male bleaches his underpants,
For the sake of all light, water and fire, earth and wind, evil stabs itself,
And the formed life shares his lack of knowledge with all - but no one hears.

Somewhere the cock crows and the hen struggles to survive,
The first sign of life when the bull stands on hind legs,
A sign of hunger and treasure when the ostrich plants it's head,
Then Mother Earth cries and dies, but is happy with the light of things.

'Tis the plight of thy wounds that give thee grief,
The wounds themselves pain thee not, for they heal even now,
Thus, lamnet not now, for thou ar't as beautiful as the sunrise,
And as passionate as a white rosebud outlined by trickles of blood.

Knowledge and beauty make one mighty,
No one has found a greater mind,
Or beauty that contests Aphrodite,
Shall be't the gods who break thy earthly bind.