An indemnity there always been
but
The soul is set free.
Clouds
knowing it very well wandering more freely
touching
the
soils,
mountains,
rivers,
and the enormous seas:

While the roses are blooming
and
birds flying,
the wind blowing
north-
south-
east and west

And time in a cradle of uncertainty
always singing
'Let it go...let it go...
-In a lullaby.