Fall Shell / scribe021

Fall Shell

The robes of the forest are already burning in the scarlet heat,
And time, like a quiet thief, escapes in hours.
Bird gathers, goodbyes the horizon of the area,
In the sky, he draws a key, which the distance is slipping away.

Man hides in the paths of the fields,
Before grey hair wakes him from sleep lethargy.
He seeks in the maze of life, where the way of the law,
They made the azimuth of light, of eternal life.

Oh! Passing! Wings of faithful dissider.
A God, in His grace, shows us the path,
The home where eternal happiness lasts without any loss.

Where the soul, like a phoenix, comes from the ashes.
Then, let go of despair! Let's rise our hearts to heaven,
And we're awake! The flight will uncover the curtain.