Alchemy

Look there, a feather floats in a breeze
Carefree and calm, in an easy peace
Over fields of gold, and a clear blue sky
With a lightness of being, and a heart of joy
Embracing the world with its open arms
For 'tis a wonderful life, so full of charm

But in a moment, it turns a block of lead
Weighed down by bitterness of words unsaid
Curled in from the world, distant and closed,
For the thorns around, they so prick and poke
The sun doesn't shine, no light comes in
And a poison brews in the dark within

Oh, what a consummate alchemist is He
For He needs no more than a minute or three
To paint the bonny sky a shade of wintry grey
To make the fields of gold all just melt away
To turn the twinkle in the eye a teary red
To morph the mind from a feather to a block of lead