Once upon a time there was a nameless child who had a namless rhyme, And in a dark forest this child did sit and sing. Uncaring about the rest, the forests name is Everything. In the forest named Everything, this child did sit and this child did sing. Sweet child sang its heart out withen its home in Everything. After years of this, wich was thought everlasting, sweet childs voice began to fade. Sweet childs light, wich once shone so bright, began to flicker in Everything. For the childs source of inspiration was going with imagination. Imagination of the children, who one day would live in Everything. Children growing far to fast, childhood that never lasts. For once upon a time, there was a nameless child, who had a nameless rhyme.