Whenever she sees me and you,
The day gets surely dark,
But has cold and night comes always due,
He turns to light the dreadful dark.
In the forest with fire and frost,
She comes seeking to end our life.
When the time comes to recount our loss,
He'll replace our times of strife.
Neither one knows the other,
each to attain their private goals.
Oblivious of actions from the other,
always fighting for their bowl.
The bowl of nature and bowl of man,
One of Father and one of Mother's land.