Skull as an offering to the Earth and its cycles

In the mountains the wind blew

Small seed shed

Although the floor was dry,

There was a lot of life left

For years it was carved out,

With chemicals it was damaged;

It was difficult to understand

That everything can be reborn

Hope Still Alive

But the field didn't know

Resilience! The seed cried

Only silence answered him

Innocent the seed was,

His first spring

I felt tired on the floor,

Little water, a lot of yearning

“Look at the sun, how bright it is!”

With wonder, said the seed

“It burns the sun intensely”

Said The Shadow; blissful duplicity

Frightened, the seed trembled

Shaken, his environment finally woke up

The old floor embraced her,

And the longed-for water rained

Satisfied, The Shadow smiled

Well, his mission was postponed.

Thus, in his shelter he sprouted

That seed that the wind sowed.