I wonder if the leaves would die
Before man roamed the earth
He’s blowing smoke into the air
And calls the whole thing worth
The leaves all crisp and natural
Lie in puddles full of muck
And to man the earth is all the better
And his hand has brought her luck
I wonder if the builder
Ever looks up to the sky
At clouds in floating citadels
And vows himself to try
And reach their heights and magnitude
Their glory now to feign
He curses at the natural order
Looking down at his domain
And if Pegasus were here now
He would touchdown on the earth
And springs of all things beautiful
Would assemble and give birth
But oh those time of yore have passed
And we’ve constructed a divider
And pegasus commercialized
Has deigned to take a rider
But still the walls and compositions
Imposed upon this land
Resemble pillars of times long past
As the arts still show the hand
And peeling back the curtains
And lifting up the veil
Like Moses on the mountain
We now see the thing we hail
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