The hiding place of rain shivers underneath the icy cold cave.

The sadness of puppies streams down from the air like a river.

At the center of boredom where everything is mute.

At the top of tomorrow waits for today's ending.

If you turn hope on high, you’ll see the next day.

At the edge of silver where war awaits.

The enemy of green hides between the Cave and death.

If you look underneath peace, you might hear kids singing in the rain.

When you tiptoe through the Valley of Happiness, you might find what you’ve been waiting for.

The shape of the past fits inside one book.