She was a daffodil Dalling in as a floraphile can and i saw her on the brink of the where the lit the earth, wet the sands there have been a thousand boats that have crossed water and we have through a million storms and with all the that has crashed the set to trees and this earth we are here and are patients our foils 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 , they can and yes indeed my good are our choices if we see the pedal pusher in front of us and here walking on the so pay take to see and all y'all on the running your things on cars and your machines, take heed its time to put on the and understand that this is our and we will make it if we receive so please, one child with the white rose, let us ride white rose to a brand new right and this here, be the road we build until Olympus, is all and Atlantis, can once rise from the ocean and the musical, sound will resound and shaken every tree so the tree reverberates you and i, and i can feel you and i, deep inside me and vise versa, my hand, she will take yours and understand, we will walk on the earth as if that earth was sky and every they will nod, will know you they will know us, for what we were, what we are, and what we will be, in the far.