Gaius Plinius Secundus (23 AD – August 25, 79 AD), better known as Pliny the Elder, was a Roman author, naturalist, and natural philosopher, as well as naval and army commander of the early Roman Empire, and personal friend of the emperor Vespasian. Spending most of his spare time studying, writing or investigating natural and geographic phenomena in the field, he wrote an encyclopedic work, Naturalis Historia, which became a model for all such works written subsequently. Pliny the Younger, his nephew, wrote of him in a letter to the historian Tacitus:
Pliny is referring to the fact that Tacitus relied on his uncle's now missing work on the History of the German Wars. Pliny the Elder died on August 25, 79 AD, while attempting the rescue by ship of a friend and his family from the eruption of Mount Vesuvius that had just destroyed the cities of Pompeii and Herculaneum. The prevailing wind would not allow his ship to leave the shore. His companions attributed his collapse and death to toxic fumes; but they were unaffected by the fumes, suggesting natural causes.
In the arms of rimed soil, lies the autumns last withered leaf
Land now bare and naed, awaits it's snowy sheet
And as the light still lingers, painting scarlet this barren scene
An old man sings his song of melancholy and relinquish
I'm a whirl deep in dark waters,
A stare in the shades of fir-trees
I'm riding above with north wind,
Herding the black clouds of rain
Mine is the kingdom,
Far from the moon to the sun
I am the elder,
Standing forever as one
And in that sudden moment, when everything's turned to still,
He abruptly breaks the silence, becomes one with longing
And singing ever stronger, nature joins as one with him
See life pass you by
Your last hour growing nearer
Enjoyed all pleasures of life
trying to latch on
Desperately trying
trying to latch on
The elder want to grasp
The elder want to know
One foot in the grave
Pass on your wisdom
Made the choices and decisions
Desperately trying to latch on
See the world pass you by
Everything seems to fast
The elder want to grasp
High on the hill he was standing there,
The guardian of his tribe
The clans they looked up to him
With risen hands he started to speak
All life is equal, therefore we live together
With all living things
But then came intruders, sick with greed
And hungry for power
He's the Lord of his people
He's the Lord of his tribe
He's the Lord of this land
He's the Lord of this paradise
He's the Lord of his people
He's the Lord of this tribe
Over thousands of years
He led his clans through this paradise
This race makes laws that the rich can break
But not the poor
Giving to the rich and stealing from those
Who want for more
They rape the earth as if it was their own
They stripped it bare right to the bone
Let's search for a place to live