but not so from those

 "Where the brave may live forever!"

one day the world goes grey

the desire just fades

the sunsets seem sweeter

the coffee grows richer

its seems a lonely place

on its face

but not so from those

who truly grow slow

and still we do yearn

for what we have not earned

demand worship post hence

from those in the past tense

the question will become

 'They bid me take my place among them, in the halls of Valhalla!"

from winters frozen grip

a new wind does slip

a warmth gently comes

spreading a new kingdom

growth will soon begin

lush and full all across the land

the question will become

who can tame this feral one?

the spring sets the young free

all wild and dancing in the breeze

bacchus my old friend

i hear your call once again

in this galaxy

 "Lo, they do call to me."

wearily and wearily done again

i say to my old friend

long have we spent

in hours contemplate

what wonders have we to see

under the trees

in this galaxy

upon our world of loquacity

a king, upon his throne

afraid and all alone?

or a people, saved by grace,

who fear not the fate they face

molded by our hands

 "Lo there, do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning!"

we are the victorious

we are the hardiest

we are the swiftest

we are the strongest

the world was given

to be inspired by heaven

molded by our hands

and given on at last

the next to come

will outshine us everyone

greater and greater we grow

under the sun loving glow

edit 041326: corrected opening quote JBT