I offer you this prophecy a flight a song a lark,let's lift up all the tarmac and take a stroll in our park,the streets become allotments with sheds and veg and flowers,we've put the rusty old cans to bed and now the roads are ours,we'll cycle and we'll garden.The church is now the street,o look at all the marrows ,the roses smell so sweet.We teach our children better ways.the rain the ground absorbs. I've shared my lovely prophecy would you like to tell me yours? We'll experience perfect unity, no denominations here.We'll be a proud community.The price is not so dear.We'll sing we'll play we'll garden and go to bed at night.We'll turn off all the electricity especially the electric lights.Our hope will burn so bright-'OUR HOPE WILL BURN SO BRIGHT'The dream is when we wake up we'll be in each other's arms.Our marriage bed is sacrosanct -no manufactured charms.No need to summon curse nor sprites, just fertile loving joy. Born again our sense of wonder for each newborn girl and boy. I offer you a prophecy a flight a song a lark lets lift up all the tarmac and start to dig our park.The streets become allotments with birds and bees and sunny showers.We've put the rusty old cans to bed and now the dream is ours. By jim the artist beloved of my god and with a prayer for a noteworthy Rose all my own with a trusting Joy-filled heart Amen