Aries, master of winds
And his two gorgeous wings
Set off for a place to live
With meadows and ponds and trees
But he only found demise
For the meadows were all burnt
And the ponds filled with filth
And the trees all rotten to death
He cried and suffered, and then
So that everything would be green
He Gave his life and form to that field
And as a sheep there he would live...
...Forever happy...