Rounding rounding the rings of rim of the cylinder
Like a butterfly circulating the blue sky,
A lifeless gelatin was wiggling in a bowl,
For it had lost a fresh leaf as white as snow.
With its dirt, it was lifelessly breathing.
The same old leaf came for the gelatin,
Not to punish but to keep its clique in safety.
If only it could breathe its breath of life in faith and trust.
It would forever live and not rust.