World silent like something is missing
I can see it and can perceive it
The soil seems like it has lost his fertility
I can see it and I can feel it
Some colours seem to be missing in the rainbow
I can see it and can count it
Man's rib seem to be missing
I can count it but can't find it
The world help not but curl around his favorites
The soil can't do anything but wipe out his skins
And the rainbow sadly take in his umbrella into the deep skies
While the ribs glumly sit on the pave
And wait for the calling to the grave
If and only if death is the best way ...