This land, one among stars
Our home, in ground
Exquisite, used to it
No longer interested
Ordinary, special
When it was novelty
Lost interest, cruelty
Not advancement, not intelligence
Heartlessness, negligence
Off to explore, a land among stars
This home, now known
Enticing, only
When seen from affar
Disinterest turns it magic-less
Your attention roams
The distant is not more relevant
Your heart knows
But mind roams
Reason goes
Ruthless abandon, interest turned stone cold.
No more.
Spirit of Tara 