A soft breeze flows over the greens and the earth is calmed,

A small chirp and a smile is spawned upon these pursed lips,

The grass dances on the soul of dead, a small tear falling from the inifinite

The greys above stir and the man shifts, fear and glee

"Where did the fear come from?" soul asked the man.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Freedom, acceptance, solidity, self", man replied, with no words

The greens danced again, and the soul smiled.

The man listened and the sky cleared.