At the pinnacle of it all
We used to grow on tales
Ushered around the dancing amber
Lost in the smokes of reality.
Grandpa oozing wisdom
While we chuckle
To every twist of unity
After a sweaty day
Fields testifying of a dawn-dusk.
Engrossed clouds appeasing
As a distant roar come alive
Captured in a heavenly picture
Another smile for another season
Awaiting on grey
To blossom wisdom
And for strand to develop shot's.
Here we are
At the birth of another century
Lost in our ways
As the amber dance have turned to glow
Silenced by distant chirping
Left in disarray arid savannah dreams.
