Falling Man Liking a Cut Down Timber-

Effervescentess as the flowers are crying As the wind blows through the valleys The grass is moving dancing in the breeze so are the flowers Clouds bump each other producing rain the rain showers Over gust abandoned nest of the droplets of tears From the angels eyes from their face they're crying Woe is me, woe for mankind man you see Has falling like a cut down tree Timber