'O’ the night, sky filled with swirling clouds, Stars ablaze with their own luminescence, And a bright crescent moon is painted Although the objects are exaggerated -
Below the rolling hills of the horizon lies a small town ‘O’ A peaceful essence is flowing from the stone The cool dark colors and the fiery windows spark Memories of our own warm childhood years filled with
Imagination exists in the night and dark starry skies Center point of the town is the tall steeple of the church, Reigning largely over the smaller buildings Size and seclusion onto the town when steeple casts down
A massive dark stripes makes it greater and isolated, Curve lines create mirror of the Sky ‘O’ From a mountain to a leafy bush, Formation is wide and full of variety