She was a daffodil in pedals as a floraphile can and i saw her on the of the water where the lit the earth, wet the sands there have been a thousand boats that crossed this water and we have lived through a million and all the thunder has crashed the buildings set to trees and scorched earth we are still and are learning despite our and the human and yes maybe, just we can return the of Lattimores four footed walkers, and we two footed can find a way to be as and these cities, can grow flowers and machines , they can disappear and yes indeed my friends are our choices if we see the pedal pusher in front of us and here walking on the so pay time to see and all y'all on the through your things on cars and your machines, take heed its time to put on the breaks and that is our planet and we will make it if we receive so please, one child with the white rose, let us your white rose to a brand new right and this here, will be the road we Olympus, is all around and Atlantis, can once rise from the ocean and the musical, beautiful sound resound and every tree so the tree reverberates with you and i, and i can feel you and i, deep inside me and vise versa, take my hand, she will yours and understand, we will walk on the earth as if that earth was sky and every will nod, they will know you they will know us, for what we were, what we are, and what we will be, in the far.