This poem is about the stages of life, how you start as a sapling and grow in to a tree..... This po... This poem is about the stages of life, how you start as a sapling and grow in to...

I saw this art work at Chicago in April'08, and some thoughts turned into words. I saw this art work at Chicago in April'08, and some thoughts turned into words.

Days passed, months passed, years passed I worked on myself, Days passed, months passed, years passed I worked on myself,

Why did you give me wings, When you did not have to teach me how to fly. Why did you give me wings, When you did not have to teach me how to fly.

Your love is the place, Where I forget all the worries, Your love is the place, Where I forget all the worries,

It was all too quiet, But it was all chaotic, It was all too quiet, But it was all chaotic,