Imperative nature wilts forward in gloom,
As children gather leaves behind the faulty screen,
Bright beings of this world sit in the room,
Of a prison, aghast, frightened by this scene.
Two by two, they go,
Bound by moss and grass,
Drowning in their woe,
With the sun’s spiteful sass.
Pine trees whimper in the great dawn of day,
While humans fight to seek conclusion,
Who shall sing a merry tune to say,
Protect these souls from harsh intrusion.
Rays of light graze forward strong,
My future wish: to make them belong.
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