Through bars of engine roars, a tiny chirp; br The early breath of day, slowly haled within usurp; br Even more than a physical hunger have we, br Poets to sate the inner gnawings become thee; br Silent watchful ones in searching introspection, br Like flowers innately beautiful from creation; br A song sings of the dawn, to a sleep muted cloud; br Resonating in spurts of motor vehicles loud; br Autumn winds of the warm Atlantic storm, br As the season deepens becomes the norm; br The turbulent swing of terrorism too, remember; br As the flames of candle light outlive the ember; br Healing willed in life cycles, the loss and the pain; br Respect for life in peace to gain br Morning dew crafts a jewel on the leaf of life, br Promised to an end of strife; br Tease for an appetite of life anew; br But din of callous disrespects eschew, br A kind of man, a species he, br Determined not to live in harmony; br For to love, is to yield power unto another; br From a field vast and wide an in coming zephyr, br Tosses and tumbles from a soundless bundle, br Of experiences drafted like a Milky Way trundle, br Willed to the spirit of motion without rhythm; br Life without love, without yielding, without a lesser; br Without colour, without a poem, without a flower; br Motion, movement, sway, wind, debris br A musical score; engine roar and chirpy chirpy.