in vast expanse where dreams take flight...future's games now present in light...nature's will...a force both strong and grand...pushes stones of history from within the land...balancing each stone upon the last...written tales and future dreams amassed...wild turkeys, racoon and deer pick in the grass...while crows call from the sky...as time drifts by...from the past...future's path is drawn...prognostications rise with each new dawn...nature's hands...sculpts of our fate...brings to life the dreams we contemplate...skies are deep...history and dreams fly and weep...nature's will...a guide through time's embrace...writes our story in this sacred space...future's games become our dreams...in nature's hands...all becomes as it seems...with every stone...our story told anew...in this land...dreams come true...