Just where do we stack life's boxes?

Born of wind and fire
Somewhere the desire
To allow a tree to grow

In a fleeting thought

I feel the burning heat
See children crying in the street
Just what is that they know

A little love is bought

Can you tell me the wonder of it all
Trees lined to grow almost tall
Wheat someone needs to sow

Life memories sought

All the children grow old
Knowing to well the story told
Hunger comes where did it go

Some battles will be fought

Dreams they are what make us go
Unlike rivers from the melting snow
Pain finding the seam scars do show

Falling stars are never caught