The economy, a force unseen,
Yet felt in every day and dream...

How do you trust someone
Who shows you a brand new sun...

Hope is the flame that burns within,
A spark that ignites even in the darkest of sin...

A whisper in the breeze, a dance of golden light,
Informed me that the season past...

Whose woods these are I cannot say,
Their laughter rings from far away...

You constant friend,
A presence that seems to never end...

In the quiet of winter's end,
Where frost once claimed its reign...

In the boundless black of space, where celestial...
There lies a canvas painted vast, where cosmic...

Upon the golden sea of sand, where heat waves...
A realm, stark and spellbinding, extends in a vast...

In the quietude of darkness, where moonbeams...
Lies a veil so ethereal, where nightly whispers...

In the garden where time softly treads,
And where vibrant petals gently spread...

When daylight gently dims, and twilight softly...
A ballet begins above, in the vast, transitioning...