The Wistful Spirit Sat In The Fields Of Green And Stared At The Beauty That Lay Before Him. Is This Reality? Is This The Home Of My Longing?
All The Green In The Fields Are Bleeding Through The Silver Veins Of This Wasteland!
It Was All Within Itself! It Was All Growing And Waiting Underneath The Harsh Layers!
What A Sight To See! What A Peace Has Been Brought Upon My Weary Soul!