The Last Rain - Cân Bardd

Dancing Leaves under the weight of water

Dreaming Man hoping for a better future

His feet sinking into the mud

And washed away by the smell of the rain

Thanks to this hail

The forest is living

It speaks, it cries and it grows

He knows that it will be the last one

The last torrent from the sky

He always had unrequited love

But never with nature

Grow, forest, grow !

The sky is darkening

Birds and terrestrial creatures are silent

He enjoys his last seconds

And finally closes his eyes

Like a tear flowing down a face the drop falls from the dark clouds

Carried by the wind before crushing after its fellows