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!