If
These are my`n fruit`s her kind`ly kin
that lift`s these heart`s to begin
as if an embrace picture`s a thousand word`s
anna rose` ~ anna rose`
for if only in this place of mind is in`effable for a time
we` we`lll leave behind
so upon this wake of wonder
“un`vail`s ~ prevail`s”
upon these stake`s of yonder
we shall wander
an walk an explore` all we`ve never seen before`
as if one`s fair well ploy
an ode` to joy
As good`ness sweel`z
dipp`in hand`s in well`z
be`quith`s an abundance` sweel`z
For if there`s no severence
ben`e` fest this reverence`
venerate`s to revere`
“What if were pioneer`s”
So of night`s of no`end
off folly of ac`cumen
an all an alll the mad`men
appeal appeal up hill
lament ament
an over dose` in love`s the most
as … “lewd”… an`nimate`s benevolence
as if there`s no severence
so picture` this in communal bliss
a catalyst
For eye as eye will not discourage the courage, to encourage`
“To return … to return to the land”
for are we … “Are we the last”
to love
so
upon a whim
for these are my`ne fruit`s her kind`ly kin
that lift`s these heart`s to begin
what`if were pioneer`s
we`ll sear these golden year`s
an reveal`s an appeal to feel an heal
so in your garden rose we`ll revere`
No fear were pioneer`s
For if only in this peace of mind
will shift an shift be`quith
this change` of time
So picture this an embrace ~ picture`s a thousand word`
anna rose` ~ anna rose`
If handed down