From starlight skies that cover earth the rays approach at dawn,
The blanket stars then roll away as season sets the sun;
Yellow gold soon plays the light that spread on every range,
Fielded farms that glow and shine, now that is really strange.
A child of age then walk the field on high time of the noon,
And there he gaze the world beyond that stores a lot of room;
In spark of life that twinkle, even brighter than before,
For this youthful cast has a tale, to which he brave the yore.
Carol? I declare this unsuccessful…