The drops collected
In puddles round your feet
In summation, a puddle
Broken down, just a leak

The fire burned unnoticed
Unopposed for a thousand nights
All together, a tragedy
After awhile, just a sight

White house in the valley
Falling victim to leaves
Once was a haven
Now prey for the thieves

Roads to the west
Leading everywhere and free
Always there for the traveler
For you and for me