• Foolish sitting in my tree. Till one day a stranger came. He came and said to me:
    "Give me your wings,
    your heart, your flight,
    and then I will give you this box of delight."
    He held out a box,
    all covered with vain.
    Who knew such trinkets
    could cause so much pain?
    But of course I agreed,
    I was blinded by lust,
    to know what's inside,
    believing his trust.
    When the deal was done,
    I opened my treasure,
    to find nothing at all,
    but one soul feather.
    "But why?," I said to him,
    "Because," he said to me,
    "You traded all for nothing,
    this t'waze all I gave to thee."
    And so I lost my center,
    All in wich was me.
    And as the stranger left,
    he left nothing but my tree.


    And so I quote to you,
    this tale of true demise.
    One moral of understanding.
    A story on the rise.
    Heed this as a warning.
    Do not give yourself.
    You're one and only person,
    not a trinket for a shelf.
    But if you do decide,
    to ignore this plea from me,
    just know perhaps that stranger,
    will go walking near your tree.