Adorned in splendor not from men
Cascades of gold that that do inspire
Saphyre orbs that tell a tale
And cause a spark that lights the fire.
Something in the sound of peace
That wakes in you a latent hope
Laughter is the sweetest thing
To stir the soul to rest.
We all must dream of such great things
Or lose the will to carry on
And take the gift that comes in time
And turn our gaze above.