Rosette-Lockhart

The twilight night doth fall on trees A young lass wanders this night and believes Golden curls bouncing, blue eyes wide She sings in peace, and sees the sky It seems so vast to one so little Yet when you're old it seems so brittle To be able to crush this world with your palm Would it not make everything calm? But this in itself causes a disruption Because then you would be the cause of destruction So what is one to do in a world full of peril? Do I join the girl in her little carol? I sit in this twilight, cold in pre-night On this bench, I pray everything's alright Watch the sun fall, the moon rises to glory Is that all life