Where else can one find such grace?
Such beauty untamed in words.
Where people live by nature's hands.
And forget about mortality's cruel sword.

Stagnant do the cities of man become
Since the hands of man were the start
They can't compare or last as thou
who came from earth's own heart.

As mortals pass on, so do their works
Their glory succumbing to time
Only that which comes from life
Has and forever shall shine

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ferinus, in the year 424 AD.