The world around is green and clear
The clouds move 'cross the sky.
The people here both far and near
Wave as they pass you by.
But then the sky, it turns a grey,
And terror spears our hearts.
We see a cloud far away
We hate so in these parts.
Our darkest dreamsfall from above
Our hearts are laced with fear.
The peaceful, kind and gentle dove
No longer is found here.
But dragons breathing fire bright
Come here out of Between
Their presence is a welcome sight
For soon our skies are clean!