Balanced Land: Of Earthly Fruits And Charcoal

Chasing over the high tides of the long-broad miles,
Unto the very sea where the great clay statue stands high.
Rich in ample orchards and sediments-rich Nile,
Wait some joyful destiny through neighbouring isles.

About the busy scene, in disappearing time dues,
Sit in the mighty revelation of the balanced muse;
Making the brief interval, wakening the dim light.
Continue some distant chant in the morning blues.

Carry my little voice to the whistle at sea.
Beautiful charcoal and gems over the waves of my eastern shore,
Had the ample ship plunged with my loving comrades and clementines.
Sit our silent star around the golden risen door.