White with touch of pink
A sea of flowers en masse
Cherry blossoms joy

This world we live in can be cold,
Heartless and selfish to young and old,
We should, to keep our sanity,
Sometimes indulge in fantasy.

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