Days of early have sources
The rivers rarely remember the springs 
I remember somehow
The work on me that made me now flow in spate

Energy was developed by benevolence in the days of spring
The guardians possessed unlimited 
access of romanticism 
I could study and play as the heart desired
I was a child and I was grown as one

Discovery I was taught is what all are born for
Want of skill should be revered
And imagination the only god
Production would lead to an ocean
That would realize the birth to the one born