There lies within a wood, hallow,
A glistening eye, that sees tomorrow.
Whereas the trees impede our view,
The eye doth see the world un-skewed.
The world un-skewed, her sight confused,
Fallow fields lie barren, unused.
Whereas the gold condemns the blind,
Humanity's fall, abusive mind.
No mind, no mortar, her view contorts,
What we convieve, a reality of sorts.
Looking past our helpless confine,
Sample her sight, wade through her wine.
In time, we must,