Little brown buds blossom,

Little birds bring light to the nest,

But something deep inside

Just seems to have not changed.

The pink sun is just dawning,

The music in the air is just awakening,

But something lost inside

Just didn't find itself out yet.

The frost sparkles away,

The dew begins to leave,

But something heavy pinned inside,

Just won't swing off my chest.

A new day has begun,

And all the dreams and hopes start once again,

But something I feel inside,

Just won't get off the heart...

Does nobody want to help me start again?

Nobody?...

I think I'm all alone now....

A/N: This is a young Orochimaru-point-of-view poem, and I was just imagining him standing in front of his parents' grave at dawn and all. Am I the only one who thought he was super cute when he was young? Anyway, he didn't become all weird and crazy for nothing, it started somewhere, so here it is. I hope you get it and like it.