In a small glass bowl with rainbow hues,
Stands a tiny tree with leaves of jade,
And a golden flame atop does burn,
While some silver stars below parade.
It's a bowl of art and fantasy,
Not on sale in any worldly shop,
It may be found in Gnome's Gallery,
Where the elves and goblins often stop.

I remember morning dew,
Bathing the glory flower,  
More dew perched upon the leaves,  
It was an early hour.  

The morning mist, slightly dense,
Hovered lightly in the air,  
I felt its cold and freshness,  
They were present everywhere.  

Birds were stirring in the trees,  
The street lamps were still aglow,  
A dog barked in the distance,  
The pale moon was dimming low.  

I recall this childhood scene,  
Captured at the break of dawn,
I can feel the freshness still,  
Though everything now is gone.

I’m really extremely sad,
And with me I’m also mad,
I made you in my image.
Thinking you’d be free and sage,
But somewhere along the line,
Things did turn out not so fine,
You seem evil through and through,
That’s not how I did make you,
Heed my warning one and all,
You are heading for a fall.

Morals keep changing
Immorality seems cool
Satan is happy

They come to visit us,
In the early hours before dawn,
If you want to see them,
Look for them in the lawn,
By the dew-covered plants,
And flowers if there be,
Fairies are fragile beauties,
And are not so easy to see;
Most fairies are feminine,
Though male ones do exist,
But they are usually hidden,
In the early morning mist,
And if by chance a fairy,
Should happen to come your way,
You can rest assured,
It will be your lucky day.

Into unchartered waters the night ship sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales,
Entering a world human eyes have never seen,
Where reality and fiction are somewhere in-between,
Where dreams seem real though ghostly in form,
And confusion and fear are often the norm,
But the sailor has no means to steer and control,
Uncomfortably impotent and passive is his role,
As his night ship into unchartered waters sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales.

Poor ants are hungry
Looking for food all over
Insect spray awaits