Soon I can see from a distant star
A solar system with humans at par,
For the actions of darkness are called war
And those who clean after the mar
Bring forth the only hope of the human star.

The subtle and makers of peace
Keeps the New World in a fragile piece
Whose sensitive religions can be traced
To an Old World encased
As the origin of new life.

It is if the sun star is a juggler
Who honed new life from old gems
As they swirl by with a lost gardening race,
Which we simply can call Man
Who is in search of Garden of Eden.