You were burning brightly in the nighttime sky,
Enraptured by the wonders in which you descried:
A flurry of snowstorms beating down on windblown cities,
Houses swelling in their pitiable conditions,

The changing of seasons from winter to spring,
A tree branch relieved of rambunctious children,
A blade of grass and a daffodil befriending the dust,
The flowers petals furled together and having lost their lushness,

A breeze as crisp and as cool as in the as days of yore,
But out of all you laid eyes upon, you found most deplorable
Just as a river ripples with the slightest water drop,
So the wanton attacks of those who fought,

Turning man against, not only each other, but also himself
Rendering him helpless to change the trouble that befell him,
He made an oath that like a light that flickered and died out,
He would undoubtedly watch as you descended from where you were,

Like the daffodil and the blade of grass, whose vision was obscured,
He determined not to see the brevity of these moments and, likewise, his soul
For should death come to pass him, who would bestow extolment upon a washed out star
and voice to themselves the jarring remarks that should he ever be good enough,

He would come to like himself and know what it meant to love?