Blooming ways, the wind has slept
Shining light, tears of silver wept
Clashes of grays as darkness turns to sight
His lonely flower takes its flight
Crows of black with sights unseen
Hark, the tempest is done, now seems
Fled the world, through chance and taste
Following paths of an unsolved case
The crow will find its way to safety
Soon sleeping in an unsettled daze
The past, all memories will soon be flooded
Washed away for another day