Solitude on the glass Ancient land in the drops Seven birds from mountains From the heights flying down From the heights flying down Seven birds from mountains Fleeing 'till reach the seeds In the seeds fall asleep In the seeds covered by Fragrance of green grassveil Plantheart is hammering Seven birds slumbering Perisperm, embryo Shivering in their husk Tightening from the moist Fissuring, prostrating Spread the wings, embrace light Feather's fire, dance is sign Flying from green streamlet Seven birds ascending
