The kids over neat the tree of Silver, laced in
Gold
Smelling the fragrance and touching the bayberries
A soothing practice allowed by a few nobles
Ones with fortress gestures and knitted crowns
Seeping into the further furnace
Desires, lifeless beauty pregnant
Flames burning blue
Washing the window of tomorrow
If there ever was a pane for pain
Broken glass shattered at last
All the kids play beneath the Silver Tree
Laced in Gold,
Laced in Gold