Why this must be the purest blue,
So jovial as lightness as the air,
A merriment processesion deeper shades,
In them never descried such depths of hue!

Overbearing sun in directionless descent,
Is permeating, perpetrating, postulating:
A new rule of raw energy enthused,
A time share with a hollowed moon.

The bulwark of my curiosity,
This canvas hanging on the wall,
And likewise countless through the ages,
A far time stone then black and white,
Come bare these workings on your coat,
Come take on symbol and this meaning,
Come solve with me my many proofs,
I scribe a script - you write on me,
An exposition of reason intertwined,
I look to see what we have made:
A saga in black characters.

Friendship for the rainy days,
And talking work about work and torque,
And other Physics theories, ways,
Ways to think of floating dust,
Ways to think of flying rays,
And He is with me for all days,
To be a friend, a help and laugh,
To be a physics kid and walk His path,
For me to smile in rainy days,
In other houses where his kingdom advances.