Child of nature without a care,

I share my dreams with chilly air.

I now not know my simple name,

All my fear I begin to tame.

I came to this land from above,

Once an infant, once muched loved.

But for now I live in a metal shrine,

That had wings, and passengers did dine.

All are gone they think I’m dead,

Maybe a dream of truth as darkness bled.

Now I live without any scorn,

I almost think I’ve been reborn.

As the years go by to some degree,

I gain, as I stand untouched and free.