The White Feather's Flow

Have you seen it?

Right on the top of the clouds

Flowing by the wind

Touching rough drops of rain

and soft flakes of snow

Have you seen it?

Excessively going down

To be connected with the earth's breath

It's all in white

Should it ever been

Would it ever will be?

I ' m calling to the Angels

Don't let it drop down

For it's whitness

shall become darkness

For it's purity

Shall become filthyness

Hold it on the top of the clouds

For there sleeps its truth

Never let it down

Earth is full of mad

and coldhearted faces

Its purinity will vanish

Please let it up where it belongs

No other place is better to be

than where God lives

and always will be

Please, keep it up
because you know,
The White Feather Flow
must never reach
here down below