Across the galaxy...
Surpassing time and logic
In this little speck of dust.
Not far away the Century Tower looms,
A grand architecture of red.
Prideful and magnificent, belting out the sunlight.
Infinite green everywhere.
My favorite concertmistress trots about;
The orange beads dazzle my sight.
Reflections dance in the mirror of memories.
Colleagues, old friends, and I.
All on a quest for the new knowledge.
And behind us...
...the tango music.
Turns lock twists in a dissonant harmony,
Like the mutualism between ivy and four-leaf clovers
Orchestrated on the walls of Walker Hall.
Unceasing coup d'etats from the trees...
A choir of cidadae joins in with the Gators' growl.
From independence to professionalism;
From mere speculations to joyous discovery of true love.
Then bonded by sincere fellowship,
All shall praise Him with a great praise.
For truly, He is the Reason
Why we live.
...Our Prince of Peace.
God bless the Land of Quiet Morning.
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