A house stood on a hill,
Beckoning the dawn to
Come,
Dawn doth shall come,
Else it be that
Forever more it is black.
Good morn was said to the world,
Here in the house on the hill,
It said a many greetings,
Just in time for dawn.
Kangaroos jump about,
Laughing at the house,
Meanwhile,
Nests of birds
Overflow the world,
Populating the world
Quickly.
Ravished are the treetops,
Salt fills the sea,
Trucks fill the highways,
And love fills you and me.
A flower's will is strong,
Blowing away my own,
Catching the wind it flies,
Daring the world to catch it.
Enemies beware this flower's wrath,
For it is delicate like a bird.
Good is it gone, or bad?
How can we tell?
It is hard to decide,
Judging by how all life is important.
Kangaroos,
Lions,
Mice too.
No one is left behind.
Opportunities are for all.
Please let the flower fly and be free,
Queer as it may seem,
Ready it is,
Striking as it may seem,
Today is the day.
Until now,
Very rare was the idea.
Watching if fly by,
Extraordinary it is,
Yet something is missing,
And only I know what it is.
