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