As moonlight's silver shimmer dissipates away,
the moaning moon moves on towards tomorrow evening.
Overcome sunshine, scrambling up the silent skyline
of an Arcadian town just west of St. Paul.
Only an hour long drive away from St. Paul,
on highway seven and just off of highway three.
Silver Lake, Minnesota arouses to sounds
of smooth murmuring loons and warm whispering winds
passively panting past paludal panorama.
Green rolling grasses grow continually and the
animals hold no animosity towards life.
The large lake's lagoon lavishes life, as valleys
vibrate vitality and huge houses surround
and dominate their own individual domains.
The sleeping sun, somberly sinks the night skyline
only to bring a night of screeching tranquility.
Chirping of night, with silver shadows from the moon
crystallize trees and turn lakes into mirrors.
I now suddenly awake to screaming silence
of a world being destroyed by what man believes
is contributions to advance society.
When it really appears to be taking off to
be a parasite on this once beautiful land.
