Amidst the quick pacing of the crowd,

Moving through the square of the bustling town,

The sky wore the hue of doves,

This was when the streets were still,

Albeit busy all and everywhere until,

We decided our lights were to shine until high above.

 

Perhaps a morse code to tell the gods we're okay,

Better off now we're free to think that which we say, 

Celebrate the day and party through to the net dawn,

What was it that was recently thought,

We'd reap that which by us been wrought,

What's that then, a load of jubilation and fun?

 

As through the lush national parks we go,

Some relief when you need the quick-turning world to slow,

Don't give a shrug or dismissive sigh,

No one cares for, those for whom,

Flaws are all, So lonesome, they reside in the gloom,

This is life