Fire everything deeply consumes.
And nourishes himself from ashes
and due to them new plants and leafs born.
And the green goes up to the sky!
Time, it is said, everything solves.
And everything he displaces and revolves
leaving behind, so lonely,
only a thin dust layer.
Maybe they are brothers.
Perhaps they go hand in hand
and the dust of the clock is
only a memory of the grey ashes
created by yellow flames!