exhume my soul for eternal rolling up the sidewalk down to the church hill we step on foot to brick road up mountains off cliffs on top of clouds we encircle the rainbow to the sky and the globe no more classrooms to restrict us our eternal hug from mother nature as we set course to restore the sun we smile brightly and turn out happiness into energy which illuminates the sky again.
Jacket tools for paradise come in packages wrapped in ribbons sky blue as opal Palm trees Sway. Perfect symmetry cannot be obtained by blindly measuring circumference and distance, circles and lines do not define nature.
