Many a shadow would replace this day,Send us back with adventure,
Below the poplars,
All the creatures would play,
Those trees with their beautiful forms,
Parts of our full hearts would dance below,
Sometimes those human figures high above,
Caressing the bark in the Terra Nova parks layers,
Take shape to reach and feel our souls,
There they're the leaf-shaped sentinels,
Reaching for something below,
Us the mortals that visit and show,
Creating and curious we’d bow and bend,
Poplars distort the sunlight to the very end,
To know the time would lift us back,
We can feel from where it is told,
But wait for in a moment the poplars behold.
