Algorithm
Hope springs
The valley sings
Chances are
You will go far
Breathing in
The four seasons
Currents colliding
New ways are forming
So many new ways are forming
The wind in the trees
The sun and the clouds
I saw and Osprey fly
Across the sky
And I looked up high
With the sun in my eyes
And I realized
It was then I realized
I need a new Algorithm
