With dreams of happy circumstances,
And minds so blissfully inside a trance.
As wonders whirl in flags in blue grey skies,
The eye to open swiftly as the sun she dies.
Bring morning to a world of imagination.
Like steel and rubber lost somewhere in stagnation.
Aside the pretty few, where winds they blew.
And flameless pride kept waiving by in shadows of a wondrous world then and there reborn anew.