Divided moon, on the horizon,
lift this lonely house, from the dark side of winter,
behold the seeds of new ideas,
shed the warmth of your soft beams down upon the Western Reserve.
With the ebb and flow of the tide, propogate the germ of love.
As blackness subsides, bring the hope for renewal,
of blooming flowers and verdant growth.
Enlightenment spills out of the cold shadow of the snowy winter.
It embodies the warm sunshine and rain, of spring, summer and fall.
The abandoned house, in all its sadness, survives.
It casts a shadow, from your light.
On Tiffany Creek 