I have never seen
A quiet bird and a chirping snake
Without any worry about what to make
Of a misty morning and shining night
That has no beginning, nor end of delight
How can one fathom, the true essence
How can one see, when forest is so dense
I will still try and seek
A ray of light, not very bold, may be a bit meek
You can now choose, and decide
Whether to abandon the ship or take a pride
In destroying a nest, made in the corner of your window
Have you ever realized, the fragility of fire, or its glow