Lunar Gaze Resigns Its Grip, Sun Beams Crack from another world, Sprinkled On This Uncoincious City. Insects Scurry From unexpected Exposure, Into Dark tunnels from times past..
Mays green grass stands tall and proud, Returned from its war, with winters grey cloud. Unaware of ever laying down, It stands up like prince, fixing its crown.
Charity shall remain impeneratable, while one still seeks to improve, the materialistic situations of the world, for self serving motives, rather than for the love of humanity,