Etchings in the sun,
Etchings on the earth,
Manmade happiness
on every corner.
Give our children wings of gold
to fly
and reach their dreams
But dreams imply a fantasy
So reach for goals instead
Goals imply a victory
"Do or die" is dead
Imagine
Create
Live and Breathe
Take the etchings of the sun and earth
Give and Grow and Seethe
Seethe with inner yearning
Year with outer seething
Give air to flesh again
And sun to lips
And make your own corner
of eternal happiness.