All around, all around
Is the muddy, muddy muck
And the rotten, red, ****** gowns

All around, all around
  All around is man
Up and up and down and down

All around, all around are
Cries of a bruised silence
And tears grown violent.

All around, all around
   Are massacred dreams
And sliced open seams.

All around, all around
No more thoughts,
All around, are empty cots.
All around, all around
Looking past the landmines,
Are depictions of a man's mind.

The golden trees and the silver stars beckon beyond the realm of understanding and make real the redemption of the uncertain heart. How I wish to be as noble, to convey such emotions through actionless actions. Swaying and rustling, providing light, but not on purpose; but because it is natural. Is nature not closer to God? Man has fallen and yet nature remains. Nature bore the fruit but we chose to eat it. Oh! Noble tree, to be wholly innocent, is surely free. Do not fret, wise star! You have yet to escape my thoughts. How wonderful would it be to be perfectly preserved in an endless night. Woe to be an earthly man. Despite my resistance, as the fire dwindles, so do my thoughts of you. Stand firm, mighty tree, and look on spiteless star.