Star, a darkness; 
space a void 
a world of starkness 
these are the things that avoid 
the world from light 
Life a dream; 
tree a whole, river a stream 
these are the things that buy death from the world 
nature is all we know;
all the rain 
and for all the snow 
it all leads back 
to the grain 
For the world revolves
a never ending cycle 
we are left to neglect 
the things we forget  
the world as we know it 
the choice is ours to take, the yellow brick road
to a kingdom of gold or to take the red brick road to the world of cold