The poem
On the day when my words were earth... I was a friend to stalks of wheat.
On the day when my words were wrath I was a friend to chains.
On the day when my words were stones I was a friend to streams.
On the day when my words were a rebellion I was a friend to earthquakes.
On the day when my words were bitter apples I was a friend to the optimist.
But when my words became honey... flies covered my lips!...