Hunters Blog

     Blood makes humyns fertile 'til next side

     Let my red entity blaze, not yet slide

    I'm not yet ready for ashes to be my guide

    Let sun-moon reach my childrens' bloom

    Let passion  glide me to rising noon.

cloud's eye saw me mourn

relative words  for child's concern

sun shined through it reaching heart

showing surrounding humyn sounds

of nature's cycle generating beauty,

as withered rose causes no scorn

reality, wonder, children, others torn

rising falling still prevail

even cloud's burst,  death, and travail.