The Colors of All Things

For the nameless
There is the mission & the flowering of the nameless
For the wild, that which belongs to the wild

With your own hands
You open up our own road
This is the beautiful road
of our green existence

In a theater where there is no applause
endlessly, earnestly you go on and fight
giving expression
to the beauty of your gratuitous revels
and parades.

Goodbye The Storyteller.
Rest in peace. Al-Fatihah..