by introspekdt123

There is a chirp that echoes sweeter
An order of epoch that seems neater
When the pouring down is suddenly ceased
A wave that offers contentment
A voice that is seemingly shorter of resentment
When the vapors rise up as they may

At the place of passing, all elements meet one time
Albeit they are forced to change the owners’ mine
and seek individual progression within
“Salute! Stand Down Wise Ones!!!!”
and shalt recognize by their existence that they have already been set to settling in and win