Liberty toils in

Her field, desiring

For a day where

She finally lays

Peacefully as a baby

On a green pasture,

Washed with Youth.

 

Equality toils in

His field, watching

For a day where

He finally finds

Curiously as a cat

A green pasture

Matching up with Youth.

 

Gaia lays in

Their field, sleeping

In a day where

The bed she lays in

Is her green pasture,

As she gets to drink Youth.

 

Prometheus lays in

Their field, awakening

In a day where

The chair he sits in

Is "I", the Green Pasture,

Who aligns correctly with Youth.