Crying Heaven

Quick from the cloud, hail the heaven is crying, lay on it a blue white cloud, the narrow thing that brings us joy from this desert frying, a wonderful friend that liberates us from the smiling sun. Neither those at the upper chamber can dare your wroth nor their son, as they make fat the sweat of the poor and fail to increase their penny, else they will loose their comfort to the flood our other friend. Iwolole koja lafin Ooni laiki debitolesodi alaileni. In dis-thought do my heart pants as to the reason for your weeping to touch our land. Could it be the unloving act of men to another? or a gross misconduct to your order? No wonder the creator was sad for creating men. Oh the second coming is at hand! the my instinct reveals that this in season occur to cause fertility to our land. A wonderful friend like yours is hard to be seen, for you own the totality of all being. I love you.