has the time to call truce come,
asked the fire
in the heart of a forest
when winds were blowing fast
and fire was spreading far
the lake could not keep quiet
she asked the forset, as to why did it fear the fire now
why had it grown so dense
why did it love intimacy so much
should not it pay the price
but then suddenly wind stopped
fire was extinguished
it rained
rained heavily
the tears of untired sky
whose heart was filled with remorse
of resigned aloofness,
could not be contained
why will there be truce now