White clouds drift by,
The sound of trumpets wavers in the wind,
The orange sky is dotted with wisps of white cotton,
Steam slowly flows up into the night sky,
Mingling with all the wonders of the Air,
The red hues of sunrise are approaching,
Wonderful creatures fly through the air,
Twirling around in a delicate pattern,
Below them on a lake a city sits,
Glorious in the morning light,
Gleaming copper rooftops,
And stone paved streets,
It is a paradise for the worthy and true,
A radiant tower raise’s into the sky to meet with the sun,
The skies become purple and starry,
Relaxing the soul and body,
Drums beat in the distance,
Sending vibrations through the ground,
The sky is now dark and filled with many sparkling wonders,
Shining bright and luminous,
Worlds spill onto each other as they collide,
The heavens have fallen onto the earth to create this land,
Copper rooftops and Cotton skies,
Beautiful it all is,
Yet too much for the human soul to take in,
The copper city and its cotton skies,
Mix in wonderful harmony,
Filling the world with sound and sight,
All that is not right is right again,
For the bright heavens have returned to the earth to amaze us all,
Clear crystal waters surround the copper city,
Reflecting its beauty upon the lake,
Ginormous Mountains surround lake,
Encasing its marvel in a valley of joy,
No dread will ever exist here,
White cotton Skies flow over the valley,
While the trumpets blow from afar.