There is no simple way
that I can say,
a fire that once burned hot,
now fades away.
With out a thought, when I was young
I was a bee,
that sucked the morning light from
the midday sun.
How could I live a different life,
born again without prior knowledge of?
Could I know more, while knowing less and
live a better life
than what they've seen me struggle with?
He was one and done a leaf plucked from
his finger in the bush.
Her tree she choose was tall and leafy green
with vines that choked the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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