Thee

Till curtains are down
With memories in,
Birds sing
In the fields of innocent green.
We see
Charms are rare
In such a morn,
Where
Carelessness lives in fair.
Still signs are beyond
And light sheds inspire me
For long decades with
Power of life.
Once curtains are up
I am none,
Thus all of you.
And waves that fame
Invite us to play.
Never knew what to do
In my endless game.