Silent Sound Capsule
Inert, like frozen pieces of rock
There sits the shadow of the blithe fox
At the menagerie iced over through time
mantaining a beauty of such subtle divine
Here the fox waits, day after day
Surveying the continuous perpetual ways
Watching the snow fall to the ground
Oh how it sounds, the silent hound
From A end to A end hearing the sound
The white is the green, euphoria is found.[/b]