The Sword in the Stone

There’s something you’re trying to tell us,
Something you’re trying to convey.
The sun is dying at the end of May
And we have only cold in our futures.
Where could we be headed?
To some far away land?
Of 3D clouds and castles alike.
Hidden among endless forests of trees
And rain.

Perhaps we should run away behind the walls of the city.
There is something about this place.
The trees stand so tall,
The mountain and fog, along with the smell of pine,
So abundant.
There are hidden houses and gardens back here.
I would like to live here,
Behind these city walls.

Something of Ann Arbor,
Tied in with the air of the Kingdom.
There is little peace where I come from,
But there is no peace without knowledge,
And right now I cannot read you.
Your message is not clear,
But it’s beautiful.