The muddy fields of this small country town
Seeing the clouds passing over these zones
Creating illusions and making a smile trump the long frown
Of this reunion of cultures, as society moans

A moment of uneasiness during a terrible discord
Observing idols of past and present, giving off heat
As rain from clouds overhead continually poured
Yet the atmosphere found a warm thunderous beat

As the tribe left, this moment still recalling in their heads
For no one can forget this imaginative part of history
As times rolls on, the legend has grown onto the deads

From greatness of past passed to this new age glory
As the oasis of reliving, an ambiance of eternal beauty
But the moment was ruined by the people's conformity