Orange clouds merge with the sun-filled spaces amidst leaf shadows on the wall

And our whole world becomes one gooey ember

Everywhere you look, the light is falling and even

Seeds are planted in barren soil

by rough tattered hands,

while dreaming of outgrowing

This foreign land

three days of the week

Precious mourns her little sister

the one who passed far too early

I have too much sympathy for the world,

That I fear that I may be blinded from the fact;

The heart of man is wicked and the world breeds evil.

Just as the man who sits on the road,