The flames consume the green fields,
setting the land ablaze.
Destroying the crops of summer’s yields,
under the heavenly gaze.

The crops within a store amount,
life depends for better.
For sake of hoarding store abound,
goes all naught for the Debtor.

Within the life of me I see,
treasures and piles of wealth,

In the midst of Insanity,
I lost Myself.