Every morning birds sing sweetly on inverted beds

Within mortal frames mornings are for coffee and contemplation 

Each nation walks with Wheeling feet of curiosity 

Wild impressions chauffeur zealing puzzles within each bone

Night and day story grows outside inks and leads grasps

Alone with Soil’s heart 

Stranger things build genealogy gradually with celestial bricks 

While majestic life sails on wings to welcome Mysteries home.