Where hurt abounds, it raises up,
It lifts the hearts of men on earth
Bringing purpose, crushes gloom
Arresting spirit at its birth

It promises a brand-new start
A melancholy heart it cheers;
When waiting in anxiety
It gets the better of our fears.

Where life exists it will be found,
If even just a hint of it;
And where ‘tis found, it cautions us
The slightest fear not to permit.

‘Shadows crisscross, streets do too
Like delicate web interwoven
Around these young and searching two
The pattern it does show them.

And like a forest’s trees the stone
Rises up and skyward
Through the night the day has glowed
With the rising sun’s orange fire

From where the bell’s last echo fades
Time clicks and ticks and runs away
And there the little beggar’s gone
The sweet and lovely morning: Dawn’

A paradox of sorts,
came to me today,
and said that I could earn one wish,
just hear what he would say.

I agreed, and said,
go, speak it now,
and tell me whatever you like,
so with a grin and a bow,

He said, "I went a-walking,
and met a very odd sight,
two men among the barley-stalks,
had got into a fight.

Said one, 'come now,
it can't be done!'
the other said, 'Indeed!' Until
came I, along the road, to spoil all the fun