"There was a child went forth every day,
And the first object he'd look upon that object he became,
And that object became part of him for the day,
Or for many years or stretching cycles of years"

Once a little girl,
she played outside with her two sisters.
The wind whipped her hair.
The sun warmed her heart.
Around her was trees and grass, flowers ready to bloom.
She was surrounded by the sweet scent of hay and wood.

Her happy days ended.
Her parents started fighting.
They broke away.
She felt like a rubber band,
one parent on each side stretching her,
to the snapping point.

She lost her home and animals,
cried herself to sleep.
Life was meaningless.
Sadness embraced her in its arms.
Sorrow surrounded her.
She surrendered her life.
She no longer cared about others,
let alone herself.

She faked a smile.
So she wouldn’t break into pieces
right in front of you

She didn’t want to be sad anymore,
So she saw a counselor.
She learned to put her act together,
and look on the bright side of things.

She isn’t so negative.
When she put down her dog,
she didn’t stay depressed without her best friend.
She remembered the good times she shared with her.