Mother Nature, here her cry!

Bury her in an unmarked grave

Among the trees and flowers

No one shall cry for her

For she came from the Ashes

And returns to the Dust.

Alone, expelled from her kin,

She weeps for the earth.
Sweet earth, embrace the body,

And make her part of you again,

For such sweet harmony has

Never been part of her life.

May mother earth caress her

Like mankind rejected her,

For you cannot be exiled from the grave.
Time runs short for her

I can hear sand trickle though

The hourglass, smashed into

A thousand shards, dropped

Like leaves in autumn

Before the time of winter

Comes and death rules the land.
Frozen earth shall be her

Blood, naked branches shall

Be her body,

The wind shall be her soul,

And rain shall be her tears.

Frozen lakes shall be her passion,

Snow shall be her lovers kiss

And winter shall share her end.
No longer will her salty tears

Water the ground, for she shall be the rain,

No longer will her sobs be unheard

For she will become the howl of the wind

No longer will her heart grieve

For her heart will bear Roses,

The most bittersweet children of nature.
Death, both panacea and prevention,

Cure and cause of our misery,

Her time is over, the passionate touch

Of cold iron results in red waterfalls

That cascade down her wrists

And as the last drop of blood

Slips down the hourglass

She dies, leaving us nothing but

An empty shell.