I once filled my palm with ice.
I closed it first and then opened,
And look, the ice was melting, dripping like blood.
I closed it again and opened it,
See, it changed to the solid wax taking the shape of a bird.
I closed my palm and opened it again,
Behold people, a new feature appears like a human face, faced upwards.
I closed my fist the final time and when opened it once more,
Nay, there I found only ICE.
The sweetness incalculable,
Along with the cries of humanity.