Soaring Immaculate Engulfed in a meticulous nature Unblemished by man Afar from the City's eye, For it is a sham Where Time is not valued And not what you'll miss; Feel the rhythm of the wind As it renders eternal bliss With an appetite for discovery— Without so-called potential, Meditative thinking, Is a most valued credential In a transported absence, Be within what you've known With infinite eyes, See behind what's been shown Free from the City's grasp— A prolonged suspension, Pity its lack of perception Of this unforeseen dimension No mundane motion, No gesture so obscene, No pollution or politician Can plague what's exquisite and pristine Though obscured by an absence of hue, the City is deceivingly bright Eclipsed is Nowhere, By an iridescent light While withdrawn within, Like an unborn child, You must wake eventually To see the city run wild