Ice

A land full of ice
Forests full of green
Dryness of the sands
Gloom of the caves
And when we get close
Sparks will spawn
And an applause
Applause from the angel box
And a comet will bang
Creating a crater
Straight from cosmos
The great vacuum
We’ll get there
Where we didn’t get yet
And tangle of words
Wont be needed now