Scenery full of gases so effervescent /
Volatile fumes i find ever so pleasant /
Only seen by those pursuing glorious academia;
Pursuit of it, is self Euthanasia ;
Oh field
Full of wonder and excitement!
In the branches of your tree
I find enlightenment ;
Sculpt for precision
A weapon so fierce and sharp ;
What bravery ? What skill ?
Dare ignite thy spark ?
Scenery full of gases so effervescent;
Pursuit for your fruit
I shall embark/