[Not in rhyming style]
Mind awaken and show me sights
Take me places that I've dreamed
Taste the smells and feel the sounds
Arboreal heights in tattered streams
the caress of nature the cry of sight
Aspiring whims that claim the tide
So too must come the wave
A trace of smoke
A touch of time
The last of serpents skin intertwined
Oh, heavens! The pearly gates!
Sad they seem given up
what made them great
Oh, hells! From where I dwell
Release the hold you have
permit and free mind's gate