Always tell me your name and where you live. The pine trees in the distance told of deer and fox, And bright red cardinals. Ah, the dawn. To explain the beauty, alas, there are no words. A shot, it shatters the beauty.
Men begin to appear in dull grays and browns, An ugly contrast to the snow and trees and colors.
But no one stops, no one cares. No one even covers the body with their dull jacket. They simply step on or over, never caring, nor shedding a single tear. A man in dull colors sees an enemy and shoots. So does the enemy.