If you stay quiet you can hear their faint cries,

Trapped in the tree of ages the children are doomed to die.

Lured by its irresistible kites entangled in long reaching fingers, the tree of ages lies in wait to turn dreams into burnt cinders.

The trap has been set the tree lies in wait, to snatch the poor children and seal their fate!

consigned to the dungeon of darkness and damp, they had given up hope of ever gaining their freedom!

Until the lady of life glowing yellow and bright, approached the tree in the dead of night! Uttering verses of vigorous intent the tree began to recoil and shrink into its roots, with no heart to fight! Out stepped the children of the night shaken but alive happy again to fly their kites !!