From the zenith of mountain

To the in-between the valley

Shout out loud where eco reaches terrain

And nowhere but those who are our ally

Could you feel our breath away from the soul? 

Teach me how to swim 

Make me do some heavy task 

Confused by myself without any other whim

Stay, and on second command do nothing, not even bask

Isn't it obvious to say what's not? 

Whine for the strata 

Anxiously wait for unjust folks

Demand innumerable data 

Of which decipher is no game, some few hundred talks

How mustn't it affect you in long term? 

Why not call me a lover Or even a florist saint?

Fetch away the stereotypical cover 

And love, thus do me all paint 

So, now what's your effluence on it?