The world will be what it will be
Rapturous globe and summer sun
Dappled hair, refreshing drinks
Holy beasts, tamed and untamed
Hearts aflame the tide gone low
Mists surround and form to shape
Strong high walls, field’s bounty
Evil men and women saintly
Quick caress, the softest touch
Hands to hold, throats to laugh
Tenderness from on high
