I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

How does one grow so, and yet does not bow?

What does one see, you're simply so high in the sky.

It's just the nature of my curiosity. 

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

Do you mind all the climbing, clambering children? 

They scale your branches so effortlessly, and I wonder, what do they see?

It's just the nature of my curiosity. 

I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,

What of your glorious pink blooms?

Sleepily pass the days
of all seasons,
slowly on the year does trod
for those who are confined.

Muted, people move
across dim, buzzing screens
so silent
its enough to make them scream, the confined

Young and old,
both can be prisoner to their years
but the middle-aged still yearn
for the age before, and yon

Even a slowly-paddled boat
is adventure on the sunny river
and slow talk and watercress sandwiches
amounts to an extravagance of life,
to the confined.