Life is like that old oak tree,
that stands outside my house,
Life is like the golden sky,
when morning wakes in wonder,
All in all, it's not a bad thing,
this life in a far country.
But every time the curtain rolls,
and our eyes get bigger,
and our minds get captured,
is a moment fraught with meaning.
Life is like an open field,
with way more grass than flowers,
Life is like a burning flame,
that needs the wood and tinder,
Tiny shoots of life surround me,
sleeping at the banquet,
Oh for new eyes,
a heart with passion,
and the confidence to love.