Don’t promise that impossible to make
Bum along the road which leading to a fire
Sit near it, its flame is not such dire
Feel touch of thou`s friend handshake
While its beams reflected on the lake.
Hear whisper from stars when you`re flyer
Don`t dread to soil thyself in a mire
So as already thou step on a rake.
When evil is, the Good becomes aloud
In evil`s absence it may be ordinary
Create the Good and thou will be proud
And thou thyself take pride in that thou carry
Above the lake it`s swimming tander sound
And obscure rocks this sound parry