All passions subside,
Long towers collide,
Engaging ideas are polite
The oceans beckon,
The years overcome,
Making changes,
Through yearly fringes.
A sleek oblivion,
A challenge of Arian,
A crossbow of thought,
A feeling that surmounts.
I call it lever,
Making the quiver,
Of boundaries and shiver,
We welcome the beaver.
Never ending seasons,
Of perfect reasons,
Songs and threesomes,
We welcome the masons.
