I see the world in its beauty
Others see me in fear

I see the world in its grace
Others see me and sneer

Something calls me out
A shriek, a scream, a screech

It's beckoning for help
Someone willing to teach

It knows of my ways
It seeks to learn them

Like an apprentice
Yearns to sew a hem

The current changes 
Its direction switching 

Surely to swiftly
No more incessant itching

Now that it knows 
My daughter, my son, my nephew and niece

The demons are gone now
And the world can be at its peace