And flowers depict her hair,
As roses rot in snow.
And the white tulips look red in the rivers flow.

Brimming under the sunshine,
The trees croak under the snow's weight.
It is colored red like wine.

Blooming like plums in spring
The sky breaks open,
In bright, fine string.

To paint the heavenly canvas,
In cold silver light,
To strike my heart,
In it's wild sight.

As the rain drips from my hair,
My shout will cry out like a flare,
Drowned in the thunders boom.
As rain masks my weeping eyes.

Haphazardly sketched out,
The lighting dances about.

In a broken summer storm
.