-I was sitting on the side of the Prelatorian Highway one day, and
I began to write this.-

I can see people passing by,
Walking and running down the road.
I look at the bright blue sky,
And clouds cover all that was showed.

I can see my shadow,
As the sun shines above me.
I can feel the wind blow,
As I look at everything I can see.

I can see the fresh green grass
As my boots press down against the ground.
The time slowly begins to pass
Further and further around.

I can see the trees
That are almost shaped like spades
And their branches cascade over me
As I sit beyond the shades.

I can see the sky turn gray
As it then begins to rain.
I suppose Ill be leaving until another day,
And come out to write again.


-Strata Fe'lasae-

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Chronos, in the year 322 AF.