A placid lullaby to the foreign ear,

slows down trepid vibrations,

discovers lost hope,

and unbinds thoughtful slumber.

 

Daisies and lilies emerge from each note,

sprouting color into nothing. 

Not only flowers grow,

Triumph and Glee are sold as bouquets. 

 

Crescendo! Why do birds leave so soon?

A full orchestra plays.

Crescendo! Crescendo!

Violent blows across the land.

 

A fragmented light burns 

cultivated fields of daisies.

Crescendo!

Sweet sleep no more

the foreigner wakes to tiresome days.

 

Pounding sounds of the lullaby

stuck in Life's bounded loop. 

There is no changing of the song.

Unless the composer changes it for you.