Out of a Square Box

We strive in a round world with square believes A square sky seated on bridled outcast clouds Forced to hold round raindrops Released to soak square grounds that bear round seeds Round seeds burgeon at the labour of deformed clouds But at the end of round days, Out of round holes in square grounds deformity was brought forth A cylindrical stem bearing on its head a diversity, Leaves and flowers not just square or round But straight out of a square box.