I have seen your growing fields of green
Bamboo leaves bowing towards sun's gleam
Your waters of both salt and fresh
Air divine cure for sickness of soul and flesh
I will come and then return
Carrying a flame that forever burns
Concrete and gravel I despise
Smoke and noise of lies
Sanctuary you ought provide
Escape and extend a mundane life
Rare are the times that a smile may show
But in your presence it bravely glows
I will grey and then promptly grow
Pathetic attempts for the sands to slow
But if it is written in fate's design
Arms shall raise and fall in line
In the clouds I cannot bring all that is mine
Pity but there is hope despite
I will carry the memory of all your joy
Although no more plans and no more ploys
This I accept forever more
Consolation for my role as fate's unintended toy
