where the rivers are lilac violet and pink, and lilly leaves of such colours flo at idly,

and the brilliance of an everblue sky smiles down upon us always, with the grace of sun warmth, and the silent song of a never forgetting wind, and the sad embrace of an ever longing moon, sitting lonely in a vast,vast sky, looking down at vessels of life fleeting by. the city of moon rivers how does one get there? you cross the bridge between skies, and swim across an o cean that never lies, and with the guidance of the man that never dies, you will reach the city of the father of the flies