𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑨𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛

𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓,
𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅,
𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍,
𝑼𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉,
𝑼𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆.
𝑰𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅,
𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆,
𝑶𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏,
𝑨𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔,
𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔,
𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔,
𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚𝒔 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰'𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆.
𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒊𝒍,
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒈𝒆,
𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅.
𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚,
𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅,
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅,
𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.