Worlds Apart

Silent is the stand, gentle is the gaze The view of the meadow is grand, in oh so very many ways The person looks on, all is as it was Gentle and green grass, dancing every day Resplendent river of rich mass, safariing without a stay Soothing sun’s soft seal, seeding spirit so Hearty and halcyon hills heal, fostering faith and fancy’s flow Fervent flowers flirt, fetching fair fondness Many sunrises, many moonrises Silent is the stand, gelid is the glare The view of the meadow is bland, with oh so very little there The person looks on, forever blinded Grating green grass grasps, conforming cluster Rudimental river raves rasps, lolling and lacking all luster Stinging sun’s sharp seal, scorching spirits so Haughty and harsh hills are all heel, fostering fear and feral’s flow Feigned flowers flaunt fast, fetching feeble fools Forever meadow, forever human