There's a city there among the leaves with towered buildings tall and green and every rooftops swallow sun when every citizen's day begun. It's a city alive in high air where wind stirs the atmosphere.
Bellow the mighty trunks of building list a forest of stone ceilings. Relics of a mighty people their lives and their steeples. They must once stood tall before the afforested wall brought them so low as to be unknown