There are tales of wonder, that all may have heard
From under the story, that gift beast and bird
From leaves that are shed, and their temporal tales
The fruit they do bear, other foods, in truth, pales
The ones who once picked, want for green-hidden seams
The briefest of songs are their greed-ridden dreams
Wishing and wanting all night and all day
The answer does lie where the children do play
The simplest of stories that still do ring true
Are simply the stories that all had once knew
– Alex Reed
Alex Reed 