For new and old, or once came and gone
a place that knows no boundaries.
Although a floating land they say
grounded in its stories.
Will you let your footprints taint
of what has always been?
And where do you stand when Winter comes
the air of solitude.
Its people will stay and play
honouring its lasting span.
Do you thank the snapshot filter
or condemn it ever was?
There is a give and take for peace
when two can come as one.