Ashton KCJ Award Winner.
Reared as we are, in quiet and in peace,
Now all at once we're thrown upon the world.
Thousands of waves was around us without cease,
Often delighted, sometimes pleased, we're whirled
From joy to grief, and so from hour to hour
Our restless feelings waver, change and sway.
Our senses know a strange, tumultuous power,
And in the turmoil find no place to stay.