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