Of the humans, there are two kinds:
Enriching spaces or shrinking them...
The spaces of love and human's desire,
Wishes of nature, of sky and the earth.
But they very few, who's constant and pure,
Whilst the others do both of the things:
Wanna extend a dimension, for sure,
And cut a dimension as enemy's wings.
Large tree cannot balance and grow,
When branches were cut from the east
And misery lives beneath blue-sky cover,
The west under branches fears.