Imagination "With trees that lift their splendors to the sky; While rare, melodious birds such strains prolong That all the universe is filled with song, And nought that breathes seems ever born to die." E.T.
Accent "With trees that lift their splendors to the sky; While rare, melodious birds such strains prolong That all the universe is filled with song, And nought that breathes seems ever born to die." E.T.
Mystery Too there was mystery about it and all that set it all in motion sweeping vibe sprinkled with darkness but becomes sparkling with power and hope