Softly divided,
where fantom moon's collided,
grassy knolls lay down.

ONE

If only I was funnier,
but then the sun might burn me up,
if only I was stronger,
but then the wolves might want to eat me up,
if only I was kinder,
so I may always see the light that never fails us,
if only I was gentler,
so I would never have to worry about being right.

Buffalo grasslands,
soft dew gleams from the crevice,
a languid free fall.