For Teitur

The land could be unsatisfied
With the rain
And the trees will cry

Nature has embraced
The sudden massacre of flowers
In the cold

Snow turns to rain
Bare branches turn green
In flower

The birds open eyes
And sing to the sight
Of the vast sky

I open my ears
I open my eyes
I open my mouth
To take off

I am again the flight of bird

And all my mistakes shall become masterpieces