Fire is the summer of salvation is the season for peace is the morning rain freedom is the distant star future was the time went past Waves roll to other shores skies swailing somewhere thunderheads are particles for wave form analysts softly shaping spectral absorption lines from quanta's still wall shear light formed within the absolute Voters in a western song race snowstorms fallen upon cold winds gone drifting like snowflakes' blizzard art farther journeys over the edges of frontiers Free planet, free thought and free speech in service to God, free space.
