The time will freeze
Sand in your palm.
Yet, playing with,
the wind will breeze
It through the pines
Grasshoppers will
Keep chirping songs
We’ll choose between
and find for real
All rights and wrongs
For all who’s ill
We’ll bring the balm,
For hungry – meal,
for weak – good will.
Strong, proud and calm,
with sand in palms…
We… will. We will.
2004