Real things made the mountain scream, from the wholesome place of dreams. Life is swift as an eagle's eyes. Flying to the distant horizon the turd is dropped. It lands with a bang as a known sound. People seem unaware in their dark cities. Lowly and beautiful works of clay tranform into table pieces. In explanation it contains help and assistance, yet just distance. Calm words for gentle winds and wins again. Just like a rubberband. Just to color the mind with buoyant structures of rhyme!