Lger

He used to fly high, yet now the sky falls, all around him the clouds at his feet, the world is shrouded by his love, the pink tinted clouds part but show no truth, He needs to wake up, wake up I say, she is not coming back, do not try to fool yourself, lift the sky back up, become strong again, blow away the fog that covered every clear sight-line, Not only fly like you once did, soar like the falcon you are, this is the trials of the mane who is both strong yet weak, Even the strongest and brightest of men need protection and help. the fog will not and cannot cover that but it will always try

The winds blow through the burning forest yet no embers are spread, the blazing colors spread from tree to tree, from tree to bush, from bush to crass, the warmth of the colors bath those who enter and will scorch their beauty into the brains of their beholders. This event will happen every year, but after the burnless fire the forest will prepare itself to burn once again.