Sometimes, maybe once in a hundred years,

I remember how it was, floating through space and spheres.

Time was just born, barely an hour,

We were just particles, no tree nor flower.

Sometimes, maybe once in a decade,

I remember a girl sitting under my shade.

One Day playing, one day dreaming,

One day drawing, one day screaming.

Humanity was just born, just a few years,

And yet, they celebrate...