| Wednesday, August 20, 2008 - 01:18 am |
For we have no everlasting home,
We turned this desolated land our own.
In hope our noble new house begins,
Away from all which grieves and sins.
Nourishing what the land could foster,
Mining the earth with aid from the hoister,
The elements carve their fragile traits.
A flourishing market rises and grows,
Supplied by fruits, jewels and clothes,
A calm, prosperous stop no traveller hates.
Thriving and auspicious the city lures
Men and art, who ensure the metropolis matures.
At last, the people's heart finds rest,
For they have finally built their nest.
Yeah... I wrote it for you bastards and W3Creative staff as well. :p
By the way, someone do me a favor and do the scansion for that poem. I just can't do it in english...