• In youth, I often played with trees
    And let myself float along the breeze
    I'd pick the flowers and pull the grass
    And watch as hours slowly passed

    In adolescence, I took up pen
    And wrote all that had troubled me then
    I hardly ever wandered outside
    Unless I noticed the rain - and sighed

    Now in adulthood, I sit and wait
    For happiness to replace my hate
    I hardly know what it's like anymore to see
    The proudly standing cedar tree

    Instead of enjoying the moments few,
    I let my life become more a limited view.