Lost Value

He is as a field of lost value Neglected by unknown reasons. Seemed to have outwalked the furthest city light. Becoming acquainted with the night. A dark cloud covered him still By those he never thought could still. Help seems afar, Like the stars in the boundaries of the sky. Dealt by the strokes of the white water That fall to earth. A blessing he thought it was For then sun never shinned its presence. Sought for refugee, As he was withering away And made a fast decree. But he had soon become a castaway.