And there rose like spring,
A brightly coloured flower in a sea of grass,
That saw the beauty of the myth
And the depth of the wisdom,
And its simplicity.
And he saw that whilst all
It also sparkled like a diamond
With a million facets
That together represented a unity
That Cain and his kin,
Being too close to the trees
Completely failed to see.
But his name escapes me.
Jesus, or Siddhartha, or Mohammed, or Alan