Dry art the clouds
And dry art the rains
Dry is the dew drop
On the grass blade
Fake art the greetings
And fake art the praises
Fake is the smile
Worn by a chirpy facade
Only thou my sea hast
Both honesty and waters bountiful
And hast a heart deep enough
To embrace me.
If thou be my friend
We both shalt rest in peace
My sinful anguish
And thy untamed tempest
Shalt both ease
