Smiling by the sycamore trees,
while delightful their dreaming dancers
dream their glistening keys.
Rolling hills and tiger -print streams,
with lanterns in the ground.
Giant windmills blow their hint of dreams,
but there's not a single sound.
Sky -scraping silos support
Some farmers jump in with zeal
Outside the infant's room,
There were boys slightly out of tune,
Where bread bakes throughout the dunes,
The shimmers of the wind chimes
Blast the eyes of the docile ghost
She whimpers as she unwinds
She's clear of hostile foes
The cornstalk leads to the ocean waves,
The haze only magnifies the rays,
if you're looking for home.
Where cherubim swim to loam
And wait to release the moon