When we’re born, it’s then we see the Light
After travelling single  and malformed
Through a tunnel like the circus fright
With no-one else to keep us well informed
No bus stop,no rail station,no train track
There’s only one direction, which is out
The walls themselves gyrate behind our back
Yet some are struck   and stuck by  fearsome doubt
The head is squeezed, the brain protests and fears
The body’s like a fish stuck in a spout
Here there are no fall back engineers
No drain inspector ,plumber to call  out.
Yet by  happy fortune most emerge
The light shall dazzle and  the love converge

The tree of colour is a noble find
Especially when it lives in your own mind