Stuck in a box, unable to move.
By the crowd in carried
A layer of wood, never to improve
Lost all feeling; no longer worried
...
It all began,
From a single spark
Then I ran,
The fire lighting the dark
...
Across the pond, I saw a beautiful tree.
It stood out from an endless sea
It called to me, grinning and smiling
We laughed and danced, its bark shining
...
As the sunlight shimmers,
And the happy water glitters.
The trees breathe a sigh of relief
The pain devastating but brief.
...
From the sand and dirt, a man was born
Another one in his mother's hold
One was treated with pain and scorn
The other was seldom controlled
...
The angry scattering of books
The self-conscious mirror of looks
The calm bedroom, aura of perfume
The sad windows full of gloom
...