Whence doth the spark come,
That brings a raging fire to life?
Tiny and harmless, it seems-
A whimsical tale of beauty.
Whence doth the seed sprout,
That brings a mighty tree to life?
Ugly, ***** and filthy, it lives-
Among the maggots in the soil.
Whence doth the person come,
That paints the world with change?
Naught is our judgment, there is-
More to a man than meets the eye.