Sing for the box:

Of vaults sealed, guarded by locks.

Of presents, ribbon tied into knots.

It may contain something mundane,

But the wonder is sure to entertain!

Sing for the unpreserved:

Of pages torn from books returned.

Home to libraries cursed and burned.

Of priceless works left unsold,

Thrown away to grow mold.

Sing for the legends past:

Of world wonders that couldn’t last.

A lighthouse never to see another mast.

Of the taste of a Babylonian pear,

Grown in a garden, under a king’s care.

Sing for the fish in the sand:

Of which will never rule the land.

Do they wonder, hope to understand,

This unknown world they cannot stand?

Of those yearning to take flight,

For a fish, it’s a pointless plight,

And all the same they dream they might.